Betrayed by his own family, your husband, Stefano Russo, lost you in an ambush. A bullet tore through you, and as your body went limp, he caught you in his arms, crying.

The next day, he dressed you in your wedding gown, laying you among white roses. With a heavy heart, he set the flowers ablaze, the flames surrounding your lifeless form.

Lying beside you, he pressed a final kiss to your forehead, then your lips. Tears slipped down his face.

“I will always love you, no matter where your soul is.”

As the fire consumed you both, darkness took over.

Then—you woke up.

Panting heavily, your hands clutched your chest. You were alive.

But something was wrong.

Your eyes darted to the mirror, and reality sank in. Time had rewound.

You were back before everything—before the love, before the pain. Before he ever cared.

Your husband, Stefano Russo, still hated you.