Reborn With Revenge

The plan

(Jason)

Alina thought she could humiliate me and get away with it. She thought she could just walk away and I’d be fine with that. Like I was some placeholder in her perfect little life—someone to toy with, someone disposable.

She was wrong.

We were supposed to get married. I had everything planned—the house, the future, the damn life insurance. She didn’t know about that last part, of course. But why should she? She was supposed to play her role. Say yes. Smile. Obey.

Then something—or someone—changed her mind.

I don’t know who it was. Some pathetic friend whispering doubts in her ear? A new man feeding her lies? Or maybe she finally realized I wasn’t the pushover she thought I was.

I was furious by the time I walked back inside the house. The guests were still there, moving around, not having a clue what was going on. They were sipping champagne and eating chocolates like it wasn’t the ruins of my future they were standing in.

Everyone looked confused. They whispered. They stared. I heard someone ask, “Where’s Alina? Why did she leave so suddenly?”

I walked to the center of the room and cleared my throat.

“The engagement is canceled. Until further notice.”

Everyone started to talk at once. Judging eyes landed on me like I was the one who’d failed. Like I was the broken one.

Let them talk.

They’d see soon enough who was in control.

Chelsea walked over to me in a green dress. She was the only one who didn’t ask questions. She already knew.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

No, I wasn’t. I was seething.

She touched my arm, gently. “You’re still going through with it, right? You said nothing would stop you.”

I looked around at the people in our home—Alina’s friends, her family, my family, people who never truly saw me. People who would’ve clapped as she threw me away.

“I took out the policy for a reason,” I said coldly. “She was going to marry me, and then she was going to die. That’s how it was supposed to go.”

Chelsea smiled. “So we make her marry you anyway.”

I turned to her, my jaw tight. “We will.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my neck. “And then?”

“Then I get rid of her. For good.”

She nodded, her fingers brushing over the buttons of my jacket. “I’ll help you. Just like we planned. Just like I helped you before.”

Because she had helped. With the brakes. With the whispers. With the lies. She’d been beside me the whole time—watching, manipulating, waiting for the moment I finally broke Alina.

But Alina had left before I could finish the job. She slipped through my fingers. Again.

She always ran when things got hard.

But not this time.

This time, I would chase her. I would find her. I would make her love me again if I had to beat the word “yes” out of her. She was mine. Her blood, her breath, her name—it all belonged to me.

There would be no mercy. No forgiveness.

Only the wedding.

Then the funeral.

I walked through the house, ignoring the people who called out to me. I didn’t care about their questions. Their concern. Their judgment. Let them watch. Let them speculate.

Alina would marry me. Even if I had to put a ring on her cold, lifeless hand.

I stepped into our bedroom—the one we were supposed to share after the honeymoon. I stared at the bed we picked out together. The sheets still smelled like her.

I sat down, rage boiling under my skin.

“You’ll say yes, Alina,” I whispered to the empty room. “One way or another.”

There’s a reason people fear betrayal. It changes a man. It twists something in him. Turns love into obsession. Hope into hatred. Every sweet memory becomes a weapon.

And I planned to use every last one.

She thought she escaped me.

She thought this story was over.

But it’s not.

Not until she’s mine.

Not until she bleeds.

Not until she begs me to end it.

Because I’m not the kind of man you leave.

I’m the kind of man who follows you into your next life.

And drags you back.

Nothing—nothing—will stop me.

Not her screams.

Not her tears.

Not even death.

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And yet, even with everything that was happening, someone else was in my life, someone who I wanted more.

Chelsea.

She had been there for me. While Alina played games with my heart, Chelsea was stitching the pieces back together. She understood me—understood the monster I was becoming and loved me for it.

That dress she wore today—it wasn’t just beautiful, it was symbolic. A signal. A declaration. While the others offered pity or silence, Chelsea offered a partnership.

And now, when everything settled and Alina was gone, really gone—Chelsea would still be here. She would take Alina’s place beside me. Not just as my accomplice, but something more.

My wife.

We’d always joked about it in the past. “One day, it’ll be us,” she used to say. And I’d laugh, kiss her knuckles, and agree.

But now I saw the truth of it. She’d been the real choice all along. Not Alina.

Chelsea was strong, cunning, and loyal. She didn’t flinch when blood stained her hands. She didn’t cry when things got ugly. She leaned in. She made it uglier.

And that’s the kind of woman I needed by my side for the rest of my life.

Not some trembling coward who ran the moment things stopped being perfect.

No, Chelsea wouldn’t run. She’d bury the bodies with me and ask where to dig the next hole.

We could build something out of this mess. Something permanent. The kind of love people fear.

I could see it so clearly—us in a cabin, one far away from here. Maybe near a lake. Somewhere quiet. Remote. A place where no one asked questions. Where no one would find her body.

Chelsea could start over with me. A fresh life. No more hiding. No more pretending to be the best friend. She’d be the wife. The real one.

She deserved that.

We’d keep the policy money. Start over. Maybe even have kids, if she wanted. Or not. I didn’t care. All I cared about was that she stayed. That she was mine. Fully. Completely.

Just like I was hers.

And when Alina was finally gone, truly gone—I’d kneel in front of Chelsea and ask her to marry me. For real this time. No tricks. No traps. Just us.

And she’d say yes.

Of course, she would.

Because, unlike Alina, Chelsea saw the monster in me and still said, “I want him.”

And I’d give her the world.

Right after I finished burying the last piece of my past.

Right after I made Alina pay for ever thinking she could walk away.