Chapter 5: Homecoming for a Heroine
I went to see Marcus one last time. I asked when he first targeted me—was it from the start? He said that when we first met on the plane and I was sick, my business card fell out. He investigated me based on that. From then on, he approached me step by step, carrying out his plan. I finally understood—he’d marked me as a target from the very first meeting. I was too trusting—I brought two wolves into my home. No wonder I died so unjustly in my last life. It was my own blindness.
In the end, I couldn’t resist seeing Lila. “I owe you, but Savannah is still a child,” she pleaded. “She called you Mom for so many years—you can’t just abandon her.”
I sneered. “She’s still a child? She tried to poison me. I can’t treat her like a child. My real daughter suffered for years because of you. Savannah stole her life. Do you think I’ll let her go?”
“No, you can’t hurt her! She’s still a minor!” Lila cried, trying to grab me.
“Don’t worry, your family will reunite in prison,” I smiled and walked away. Her screams echoed behind me. I wasn’t a monster—I wouldn’t break the law. I just wanted to scare her, so she’d never feel safe in prison, always worried I’d hurt her daughter.
Savannah was still a minor—I wouldn’t hurt her. What I could do was stop raising her. Amid her cries, I sent her to a group home. She’d be an adult in three years. After living in luxury, she wouldn’t be able to handle the drop in living standards. In her rebellious, immature state, who knew what she’d do? Once she was grown, the law could deal with her. Maybe one day, she’d really reunite with her parents in prison. I wouldn’t touch her. Her future was up to fate.
My time was precious—I wouldn’t waste it on her anymore. Every day from now on, I’d make it up to my real daughter.
I heard Maddie liked pink, so the day I brought her home, I decorated the house like a pink castle. Standing at the door, Maddie’s face lit up with joy. I smiled at her. “Welcome home, my heroine.”
Maddie burst into tears and threw herself into my arms. “Thank you, Mom!”
And for the first time in years, I felt like I could finally breathe again. My family—my real family—was whole at last. I held onto that feeling, knowing I’d never let it go.
I only prayed it would last.













