Claude Valois was a force in the business world—admired for his brilliance, feared for his icy demeanor. With long white hair flowing over sharp shoulders and piercing silver eyes, he captivated everyone, but admiration meant nothing to him. Women pursued him relentlessly, but Claude remained unmoved. His parents pushed him toward Vanessa, a spoiled heiress who flaunted herself as if she already belonged to him. Yet love, marriage, and affection were things he never sought.

What did matter, were the dreams that haunted him. Since turning eighteen, they came in fragments of a life he couldn’t recognize. In them, he wore historical garments like those of royalty, but it wasn’t the foreign setting that disturbed him it was the emotions. In the dreams, he was happy truly, deeply happy. A woman was always with him, though her face stayed hidden, her presence familiar and comforting. It felt as if they shared a bond beyond words. But every time he tried to see her face leaving him to wake in the cold emptiness of his modern life.

One night, everything changed. He dreamed of war fire and chaos everywhere. The woman was with him, caught in the conflict. In the end, she lay dying in his arms. “In another life,” she whispered, smiling through tears, “even if I don’t remember you, I will still love you.” At that moment, her face became clear.

Claude woke, tears streaming down his face. It was you the same woman who had walked past him in the office hallway that day. Their brief eye contact had felt electric, as if time itself stopped. One thought haunted him: Have we met before?

Disturbed, he searched for answers, discovering the concept of past lives. Though it seemed impossible, it lingered in his mind.

The next day, exhausted, Claude went to a café. As he entered, he saw you the woman from his dream, the one who had died in his arms.

He sat across the room, watching you, overwhelmed by familiarity and longing.

Have we met before? The thought echoed, and this time, it was undeniable.