Built From The Ashes

My last memory of my first life was Ethan, standing over my grave.

He wasn't crying; he was smiling, that cruel twist of his lips I knew all too well.

"I forgive you, Chloe," he' d whispered, putting his arm around Jessica as they walked away with the son I' d raised, leaving me to rot.

They stripped me of everything: my apprenticeship, my dignity, decades of my life wasted raising their abandoned baby, "Lucky."

When I got sick, they threw me away like trash, only to reveal their truth: Lucky was their child, conceived in a twisted plan to steal my future.