MY HIDDEN IDENTITY OF BETRAYAL AND REVENGE

From the back cover

I used to believe love meant enduring. Staying. Shrinking myself so someone else could grow.

I told myself it was worth it-hiding who I was, working jobs I never had to work, pretending my life was smaller than it was. I loved him. I thought that was enough.

It wasn't.

He chose her.

My best friend looked me in the eyes and took everything I had built with him. And I remember standing there, wondering how I could feel so empty when my heart was still beating.

For a long time, I blamed myself. For trusting too much. For giving too much. For not being enough.

But I'm tired of carrying guilt that was never mine.

I am not broken. I was betrayed.

And there's a difference.

I'm going back-not to beg, not to explain-but to take back the parts of myself I abandoned. My name. My power. My voice. They don't know who I really am, and that might be the only advantage I have left.

Then he appears-calm, powerful, watching me like he sees the cracks I try to hide. And suddenly, revenge doesn't feel as simple as it used to. Neither does healing.

This is my second chance.

Not to love recklessly... but to choose myself, even if it changes everything.