The Day I Chose My Own Destiny

From the back cover

My blood was a rare gift, able to heal any wound and mend broken bodies. In my first wretched life, it bound me to Ethan Vanderbilt, who saw my power as his sole property.

But my gift couldn't bring back the dead, a truth Ethan refused to accept when his "true love," Veronica, lay lifeless before him.

Consumed by a twisted grief not for me, he cruelly watched as my own life bled out from a wound he inflicted. I died a slow, agonizing death, powerless against his vengeful madness.

As darkness claimed me, a maid's faint whisper revealed a chilling secret: Veronica wasn’t where they claimed; her death wasn't an accident. "Another man… his wife found out." My entire torment, my very death, was built on a monstrous lie. The utter injustice of it burned, even as I faded.

Then, I gasped, whole and alive, in a hospital room. The calendar date confirmed it: I was back to the very day Ethan first summoned me. This time, I wouldn't be his victim. This time, I had a choice. This was my second chance.