The Comeback Billionaire

From the back cover

I, Mike Evans, died young from endless work, a fool who gave everything to build a future.

But then, as my soul drifted, I watched my supposed devoted wife, Jessica, calmly discard my ashes, her face devoid of grief.

Moments later, she was in *our* bed with Chad Peterson, my best friend, laughing, truly laughing.

My son, Kevin, the one I poured every dime into for his surgical career, walked in and called Chad, "Dad."

My entire fortune, built brick by painful brick, was now theirs to exploit.

Jessica’s "girls’ trips" and Kevin’s "specialized training" were just cover stories for their years-long affair.

This sickening truth, this profound betrayal, ripped through me with a pain far more searing than death itself.

My life, my sacrifices, had fueled their illicit happiness, making me nothing more than a convenient workhorse to be discarded.

How could I have been so monumentally, tragically blind to such a colossal lie?

Then, an unexpected jolt, a blinding flash, and I gasped, choking on lake water.

I was back, years in the past, at the exact moment I was supposed to "save" Jessica from drowning.

The very incident that launched my miserable first life of servitude.

But this time, things would be different.

This time, the game would change.