Chapter 1 : The Roses of Betrayal

The Wilson mansion had always been filled with warmth. Jenny could still remember her father’s gentle laugh as he teased her mother, the way her mother hummed softly in the mornings while preparing breakfast. James and Mary Wilson were not just wealthy, they were kind—respected by all, loved by their daughter beyond measure.

That warmth had been Jenny’s anchor… until Andrew Justin.

At first, he was her dream come true—an orphan boy with sad eyes, humble and hardworking. She thought she had found a man who needed her love, a man who would protect her the way her parents always had. Against her family’s warnings, she fought for him, defended him, even chose him over everything else.

But five years of marriage had stripped away the illusions.

The first blow was her parents’ “accident.”

It had been a stormy night. Jenny remembered the phone call—her mother’s voice, trembling, almost frantic.
“Jenny… your father… something’s wrong—”

The line had cut, and by the time Jenny reached the crash site, twisted steel and shattered glass greeted her. Her parents’ car had been reduced to wreckage, their lifeless bodies still inside.

She had screamed until her throat bled, begged them to wake up, begged the world to rewind. But the world was merciless.

And Andrew… Andrew had simply patted her shoulder with cold detachment.
“It was just an accident, Jenny. Don’t cry too much. You still have me.”

Something in his tone had unsettled her, but she buried it deep, clinging to him as the only person left.

It wasn’t until later that she discovered the truth—he had orchestrated the crash, hired men to tamper with the car. All for the Wilson fortune.

And still, she stayed. Because she had nothing else.

The second blow came five years into their marriage. Jenny had grown weaker by then, her spirit crushed under betrayal after betrayal, but the final act of cruelty still cut deeper than she imagined possible.

Andrew had brought her to a deserted road late at night. The storm clouds rumbled, the world cloaked in shadows. Jenny followed him out of the car, confused, shivering under the cold rain.

“Andrew, why are we here?” she asked, clutching her thin coat.

Willie Adam stepped out from the passenger side, her crimson lips curving into a smirk. She had once been Jenny’s friend, but now stood at Andrew’s side like a queen claiming her throne.

Jenny’s chest tightened. “Willie? What… what are you doing here?”

Andrew’s voice cut like a knife. “Don’t you get it, Jenny? She’s the one I’ve always loved. You were just a stepping stone. A fool blinded by love.”

Tears blurred Jenny’s vision. “No… Andrew, tell me you’re lying.”

He laughed, the sound cruel and sharp. “Your money built my empire. Your family’s death cleared my path. And now, you’re useless to me.”

Jenny stumbled back, horror flooding her veins. “You… you killed my parents?”

His smile widened, unrepentant. “Of course. Do you think an accident could take out James Wilson so easily?”

Her body shook. The world seemed to tilt. Willie’s laughter rang in her ears, low and mocking.
“Jenny, you were always so naïve. You really thought you were special?”

Jenny’s heart pounded wildly. She turned to run—only to hear the roar of an engine.

Andrew was already back in the driver’s seat. Willie leaned against the open window, her eyes gleaming with malice.

“Goodbye, Jenny,” Andrew sneered, slamming his foot on the accelerator.

The headlights blazed like the eyes of a beast, rushing toward her. Jenny’s scream ripped through the night. The impact came like thunder. Pain exploded through her body as she was thrown onto the wet asphalt.

Blood filled her mouth, her vision fading. She coughed, trembling, reaching out with the last of her strength.

Through the blur, she saw Andrew and Willie step out of the car, hand in hand, their faces illuminated by the headlights.

They laughed. Together. Over her broken body.

Willie’s voice was the last sound she heard:
“Die quietly, Jenny. The world has no place for fools like you.”

And then—darkness claimed her.

But darkness was not the end.

Jenny gasped and sat upright, her lungs heaving as though she had surfaced from deep water.

She blinked. No blood. No pain. No rain.

Instead—sunlight. The warmth of an afternoon breeze. The chatter of young voices.

Her heart pounded as she looked around. She was standing in a school courtyard, students in uniforms gathering in clusters, whispering and giggling.

Her gaze dropped to her own hands—smooth, slender, free of scars. She touched her face. It was younger, fresher.

Her breath caught as a boy stepped forward. His smile was shy, his brown eyes pretending to be sincere. In his hands, he held a bouquet of roses.

Andrew Justin.

Not the man who had killed her. Not the cruel husband who betrayed her. But the boy who first deceived her, years ago.

Jenny froze. She knew this moment. This was the day he first confessed, in front of the whole school.

Her past life had begun here—with these roses, with her naïve “yes.”

Andrew’s voice rang out, clear and practiced. “Jenny Wilson, I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?”

The crowd gasped, girls squealing, boys whispering. All eyes were on her.

Jenny’s lips trembled. She remembered everything—the laughter, the betrayal, the crash. The sight of her parents’ broken bodies.

Her heart hardened like steel.

In her past life, she had whispered, yes.

But this time, Jenny Wilson met Andrew’s gaze, and with a cold smile, she spoke a single word that shattered her chains:

“No.”