Crystal Foster wakes up in a stranger’s mansion, wearing someone else’s face, being called “Mommy” by a child she doesn’t know. The last thing she remembers? Her husband, Hyland Rilley disconnecting the only thing keeping her dad alive and stabbing her to death. But now she’s in the body of Sylvia Byrne...wealthy, unstable, and very much hated.

Everyone thinks she’s losing her mind again. Her new “husband” wants a divorce. His business partner is watching her like a hawk, waiting to marry her own husband. And Hyland? He’s still out there, still dangerous, and still thinks she’s dead.

But Crystal didn’t get a second chance at life just to play nice. She’s about to expose every lie, protect the child she never asked for but loves fiercely and burn everything that tried to break her.

And just when she thinks she’s completely alone, Martin starts to change. The man who once looked through her now starts looking at her. Watching her, Caring for her. He doesn't call her Sylvia anymore, he calls her his.

But in a house full of secrets and betrayal… can love be real, or just another lie waiting to break her?

The café was filled with soft background music, a tender melody that curled gently through the air like smoke, mingling with the quiet murmur of patrons' conversations. Now and then came the faint clinking of silverware against porcelain, but otherwise, the atmosphere was calm and subdued. Stella sat stiffly in her chair, her body poised as though her very posture could shield her from the uncertainty clawing at her heart. Her makeup had been meticulously applied, every line precise, every shade carefully chosen, as though the layers of powder and color could provide her with a fragile shield of security and the illusion of confidence she no longer truly possessed.


Chapter 135 - Grandpa, do you regret it?