Elsa stared down at her left wrist in sheer disbelief.

October 15... 5 chances left.

"You should just leave it," the hiring manager's sharp voice snapped her out of her trance.

Before Elsa could answer, a cleaner slipped into the room to sweep up the broken porcelain. Elsa bowed, masking her internal panic, and hurried out of the corporate office with her mind spinning.

But she didn't have time to dwell on the mysterious mark. Not when she had a party to attend.

~~~

Elsa stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing down the fabric of a breathtaking, backless black silk gown. Her fingers brushed her waist as she stared at her reflection. She had almost forgotten that this bold, beautiful version of herself even existed.

Her eyes drifted to a manila folder resting on the vanity. She picked it up, sliding the paperwork out to look at it one last time.

Divorce Decree.

She carefully slid the decree inside a stack of corporate asset files, tucked them into her bag, and walked out. Her heels echoed sharply down the grand hallway of the luxury hotel.

In her past life, this birthday party had been a nightmare she desperately wanted to forget. A drunk client had mistaken her for a waitress, humiliating her and pushing her to the floor while Josh simply watched from afar, too terrified of ruining his career to admit she was his wife.

Elsa's legs froze right in front of the grand ballroom entrance. The laughter leaking out from inside sounded exactly the same. The music. The snobbish, elite voices.

She pushed the heavy double doors open, scanning the high-society crowd, then spotted him. Josh was standing near the VIP lounge, and right beside him, laughing elegantly, was Dora.

Elsa smoothly snagged a glass of red wine from a waiter's tray and began walking toward the same table she had occupied in her past life—then stopped herself, shaking her head. No. Sitting there would be like begging karma to repeat itself.

She moved to an adjacent table, crossing her legs gracefully as she took a slow sip of her wine.

Moments later, a young woman walked into the ballroom, nervously tugging at the hood of her oversized sweatshirt, looking completely out of place—just like Elsa once had. The girl walked over and sat down at the exact table Elsa had just vacated.

"Hey!" a harsh voice broke through the music. A wealthy guest shoved an empty glass into the young girl's hands.

"I'm not..." the girl tried to explain, but it was too late. Another man approached, thrusting more empty glasses into her hands, treating her like hired help.

The girl lowered her head, her shoulders trembling as she took the glasses.

Thud. Splash.

Elsa's eyes widened. The girl was shoved down, desperately trying to pick up the shattered glass from the floor.

"Are you okay?" a smooth, unfamiliar voice asked..The crowd went quiet. Elsa tried to peer through the elite guests, but she couldn't see the face of the man who stepped in to help the girl up.

The tragedy was still happening—but the victim had changed.

Someone took my place... because I walked away.

Elsa looked back at Josh, then at Dora standing proudly by his side. If fate could replace one victim, could it replace another? Could Dora become the woman destroyed by Josh instead of her, if she simply allowed Dora to take her place?

Elsa's hand tightened around the stem of her wine glass, knuckles turning white.

Since you want my husband so badly, Dora, I will gladly give you my fate.

But first, she had to stop history from repeating itself tonight. It was after this very party in her past life that she had gotten pregnant.

Her phone blinked in her palm.

Josh: Meet me in the VIP dressing room. Now.

Josh locked the door behind Elsa the moment she walked into the private room.

"Elsa, what the... what are you wearing?!" "His eyes flashed with anger.

"It's a birthday surprise," she murmured, stepping closer.

"A surprise? It's completely exposing your body. You shouldn't be wearing this," he whispered harshly. "Go change into something nice."

"I can't."

"What?"

"You told me I shouldn't walk up to you in public, and now you don't even want me to look beautiful for you?.... I'm just trying to look beautiful like the others, Josh."

He stepped closer, his expression softening. "Elsa, you know why I'm keeping our marriage a secret... don't you?"

"To protect me from the company... right."

Josh nodded "Yes babe"

"Okay, Josh, I will change out of this dress later..." She stepped into his space, her hand sliding up his arm. "But I actually need you to do something for me first."

She reached into her bag and pulled out the manila folder. "It just needs your signature, Josh. I don't know when we'll get another private moment like this again."

"What's this?"

"How can I spill my surprise?" She nudged him playfully. "You want a baby, don't you?"

He looked at Elsa for a second, a greedy smile touching his lips, then took the pen from her hand. "Don't forget... tonight"

Just sign it... Elsa chanted fiercely in her mind.

His eyes scanned the top of the paper, the pen hovering over the signature line.

A loud, aggressive knock rattled the dressing room door.

"Sir! They need you on the main floor right now!" a waiter shouted from the hallway.

"I'm coming!" Josh snapped, irritated.

"Sir?" the knock continued frantically. "Sir... it seems Mr. Emir has just arrived!"

"Fuck!" Josh swore under his breath. "Why is he here?" He signed without another glance, dropped the pen, and rushed out the door.

Breathe, Elsa... Breathe.

The moment the door slammed shut, Elsa ripped the file open. Her finger traced the fresh black ink of his signature.

"Ma'am..." The waiter who had knocked peeked his head through the door. "All done."

Elsa smiled as she slipped a few bills into his palm. "Thanks for your help," she whispered.

The waiter nodded and disappeared into the corridor.

Elsa walked back out toward the lounge. Her eyes drifted to Dora, who was breathing heavily, her hand moving nervously to her collar.

Dora reached for Josh's hand beneath the table, gently sliding it onto her thigh. A moment later, she pushed open the exit door, and Josh quietly followed her into the shadows.

It is done.

Elsa snatched a full bottle of wine from the bar and pushed open the heavy door to the rooftop.

She slipped off her high heels, letting the cold concrete shock her bare feet. Slowly, she rolled back her left sleeve, looking for the glowing digital text.

But the mark was gone.

"What are you?" she whispered to her own wrist.

Shaking her head, she popped the cork and drank nearly half the bottle. The wine burned her throat as hot tears finally rolled down her cheeks.

"Congratulations, Dora!" Elsa laughed out loud, raising the wine bottle. "Congratulations on taking my trash!"

Her head spun violently as she tightened her grip on the rooftop railing but stumbled backward with a gasp. Strong arms caught her from behind before her body could hit the hard concrete.

A rich, masculine scent surrounded her. She turned to see her savior's face, but the world dissolved into a chaotic blur.

***

"Elsa... Elsa, wake up! Let's run!" Julie cried, frantically shaking her.

"Julie... what's wrong?" little Elsa whispered.

"They're going to sell us! We have to leave! Run!"

"No... no..." Elsa's head shook violently as her hand tightened around the sheets.

"Elsa! Run... let's run!"

Elsa jolted awake, Julie's terrified voice still echoing in her ears.

For a few seconds, she simply stared upward, trying to catch her breath.

“Elsa...”

His deep voice cut through her memory.

Elsa blinked hard, her chest heaving as her trembling fingers fumbled with the stranger's tie, desperate to loosen the knot.

She crashed her lips against his before she could stop herself.

“You're drunk,” the stranger said, pulling back.

“Shhh...” she whispered, tightening her grip on his shirt. “Don't leave me.”

She reached for the zipper of her black dress—

She could still feel his hands and mouth on her.

But how did he know my name?

Her watery eyes swept across the unfamiliar luxury ceiling.

Elsa bolted upright.

The sound of running water drifted from the bathroom.

Elsa's pulse hammered. Her gaze darted around the room, desperately searching for something—anything—that would explain how she had ended up here.

She slowly raised the duvet. "Shit," she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

The shower went silent.

Elsa scrambled, looking for her gown, but the door swung open before she could find it.

A handsome tall man wearing low-waisted black trousers stepped out. Water droplets still glistened on his broad, sun-kissed shoulders.

"You're awake," his deep voice rumbled through the quiet room.

Elsa nodded and scrambled off the bed, her hands trembling as she looked for where she had tossed her clothes.

"For whatever happened last night...I " She swallowed hard.

Mr. handsome picked up the gown from the bed and handed it to her.

"I... I won't blame you for anything." She took it from him. "Don't worry. I won't ask you to take responsibility... even if something happens."

She grabbed her handbag. Exhaling when she saw the divorce papers still inside.

"So, you're just leaving? After completely ruining my night?"

Elsa froze. "I-I ruined your night?" she stammered.

"You pulled off my tie..." He stepped closer. "You kissed me... and you did a few more entirely unforgettable things."

Elsa's breath hitched.

He leaned in. "...And now you're leaving without breakfast?"

"Huh?"

"Have breakfast before you leave. It's already downstairs." His hand reached for the doorknob. "I don't bite. Go take a shower first, and come down when you're done."

Thud. The door closed.

Why can't I remember anything after taking off my clothes?

But the deep ache between her thighs told her everything she needed to know.

Elsa walked down to the dining room wearing a fitted dress she had found. She wondered who he was. He looked incredibly familiar, but she was certain it wasn't just from last night.

She slipped into the chair across from him.

"Good morning, ma'am," an older man standing at the end of the long table greeted her with a bow.

Elsa pressed her lips together.

"Eat. You skipped dinner last night." The stranger pushed a plate toward her.

She tapped her lap, thinking of a way to ask him what happened without sounding weird.

""I'm sorry if I was too tough on you," he said, watching her carefully.

"What?... No... no, you weren't. I mean..." Elsa cleared her throat. "I can still walk."

The words left her mouth before she could stop them.

Emir looked up at her.

Why did she say that?

She wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole.

"Mmm."

The driver turned away, clearly fighting back a laugh..

The driver turned away, clearly fighting back a laugh.

Elsa lowered her head but nearly choked as the man tilted his head to sip his coffee. Dark hickeys peeked just above the collar of his crisp shirt.

Please don't tell me those were my doing.

Heat rushed to her face.

"I'm sorry if I was difficult," she murmured.

"You weren't," he replied calmly.

Silence settled over the room.

"Have we... actually met before? Before last night?" Elsa tightened her grip on her fork.

His fork froze halfway to his mouth.

He looked at her. "We met yesterday."

That wasn't what Elsa was actually asking.

His phone began to ring sharply on the table. He glanced at the screen before looking back up at her. "My driver will take you back after you finish breakfast."

***

Elsa rested her head against the passenger window, watching the city streets blur past.

Did Dora not take the bait?

"Where am I dropping you, ma'am?" the driver asked as he checked the rearview mirror.

"You can just call me Elsa."

The driver nodded respectfully.

Elsa leaned forward. "Mr..."

"Jason."

"Mr. Jason," Elsa said quietly. "Do you... do you actually know what happened last night... how I...?"

"Oh, last night?" Jason chuckled. "Last night was... unforgettable. To be honest, I didn't expect Mr. Emir..."

"Emir?" Elsa murmured.

"Yes. Mr. Emir saved you from falling off a rooftop bar last night," Jason explained, steering the luxury sedan through traffic. "After that, you followed him straight to his car. You couldn't even tell us your address."

He glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

"I have to admit, I was shocked. Mr. Emir doesn't usually let anyone get close to him, let alone touch him."

"What?"

"I've worked for Mr. Emir for years, Miss Elsa, and I've never seen him bring anyone home. You're the first."

Elsa groaned and bumped her head lightly against the tinted window.

The driver couldn't hold back his laughter.

When the luxury car finally pulled up in front of her apartment complex, Elsa stepped out, bowing her head slightly as the vehicle glided away.

She immediately pulled out her phone, seeing missed calls and messages from Josh:

Where are you? Are you at home?

Elsa locked the phone and walked up to their apartment, unlocking the door.

Her feet froze in the entryway.

Red heels.

A lace bra.

A white shirt.

She stood in front of the couch. There they were—Josh and Dora, tangled under a single sheet in a deep sleep.

They did it... so why did I also sleep with someone?

She snapped a quick photo, then turned on her heels and left the apartment. Standing outside the building, she held her phone to her ear.

Beep... beep...

"Josh..." Elsa said sweetly. "I'm so sorry I didn't come home last night but I'm on my way up right now to make breakfast."

"What?! You're—" Josh panicked, cutting the call.

Elsa smiled. The click of her high heels echoed against the concrete stairs as she reached the door and slowly pushed it open

Elsa walked into the apartment, her gaze sweeping across the room.

"Elsa..." Josh stammered, stepping toward her as sweat broke out across his forehead. "G-good morning."

"Good morning, Josh," Elsa said smoothly, walking past him into the living room, her eyes tracking every corner of the space.

Her gaze caught the slight, unnatural tremor of the heavy curtain by the window. Peeking out from beneath the fabric were her familiar feet.

Dora.

Elsa took a few steps toward the window. "Josh."

"Y-yes?" he answered, sweat pouring down his face now.

"Did you change your perfume?"

"What?" Josh’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Yes... yes, I did. Why?"

"Nothing. It’s just nice."

"Oh! Yeah, it's... it's from a friend. A male friend recommended it to me." Josh swallowed hard.

Elsa flashed a bright, pristine smile. "You don't have to explain, Josh. I trust you."

She turned away, leaving the living room. "Let me freshen up so I can prepare breakfast for you."

"You don't have to do that!" Josh called out.

"I have to, I want to make up for last night, Josh."

She walked into the bathroom and washed her hands while hushed whispers and hurried footsteps drifted through the apartment.

Minutes later, she walked into the kitchen and prepared a quiet breakfast.

Josh sat at the small dining table, forcing himself to swallow the food.

Elsa leaned against the counter, watching him chew. "Thank you for trusting me so much." She placed another piece of bread on his plate. "To eat what I prepare so willingly... without ever thinking I might poison you."

Josh's fork stopped halfway to his mouth. "What?"

Elsa suddenly laughed. "Relax. I was only teasing."

But the fear in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

Josh chuckled nervously, quickly setting his fork down. "Right. You're teasing again."

He pushed his chair back and grabbed his briefcase. "I have to get to the office."

"I actually have some good news to share with you, Josh," Elsa said, watching him as he walked toward the door.

"Let's talk about it when I'm back. I'm already late!" he rushed out, practically throwing the door open and slamming it shut behind him.

Elsa walked over to the window, watching his hurried figure disappear toward the main street.

A small smile touched her lips.

Run while you still can, Josh.

***

Elsa stood on the pavement, her gaze sweeping up the sleek glass facade of the towering Wright Empire skyscraper.

She was finally back after two years.

Nothing had changed.

The grand marble floors still gleamed beneath the morning sunlight. The familiar scent of fresh espresso drifted from the ground-floor café, while sophisticated employees hurried past her, heavy files clutched tightly in their hands.

Three years ago, she had walked into this building as an intern. Through hard work, she had become one of the company's most talented accountants.

Her eyes landed on the silver plaque mounted on the wall.

Accounting and Media Department.

Josh. Dora.

I'm back.

"You stole the financial data, you thief! How could you do that to this company?"

"The first time I saw you, I knew you'd be nothing but a parasite in this empire!"

The cruel voices from her past echoed in her mind.

Then suddenly, the noise of the lobby faded.

Employees lowered their heads and stepped aside, creating a clear path.

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, Mr. Wright."

Mr. Wright?

Elsa turned around, lowering her head slightly in greeting.

When she raised her gaze again, her breath caught in her throat.

Emir?

Emir was dressed in a custom-tailored suit that made him look even more intimidating.

The world seemed to tilt.

How was this possible?

The CEO of Wright Empire had been an old man—the same man who had ruled the company when she was forced to leave.

Yet now, the person standing at the top was the stranger from last night.

Emir’s eyes cut through the crowd, locking squarely onto her frozen figure. He headed directly toward her.

No...

The heavy portfolio folder slipped from Elsa's fingers, hitting the floor as papers scattered around her shoes.

The entire lobby seemed to hold its breath as the CEO of Wright Empire calmly bent down and gathered the fallen papers.

He straightened and held the folder out to her.

"Be careful... Miss Gale," Emir murmured.

"Thank you, Mr. Emir," Elsa whispered.

Her heart hammered as her fingers brushed against his while taking the folder back.

Then Elsa blinked and looked past his broad shoulder.

Josh stood there.

His gaze was fixed on her—and on the man standing in front of her.