The Forty-Day Ruin
By @john1208
I died screaming in a sterile delivery ward, my last sight a news broadcast of my husband, Farjad, draped over his mistress on a sun-drenched yacht. When I wake up on a completely ordinary Tuesday, frothing his morning espresso, I realize I’ve been sent back exactly forty days before my death. But there’s a catch no one warned me about: a jagged, black vein creeping up my wrist, ticking down the hours until the synthetic poison he secretly fed me stops my heart for good. I don’t have time for a slow, subtle game. I have forty days to dismantle his illegal energy syndicate. Suppressing my explosive temper, I play the clueless, doting pregnant wife to steal his encrypted ledgers right from under his nose. To survive, I’m forced to ally with Kiyan - the brilliant, infuriatingly observant detective who has secretly loved me for years. We dodge assassins and orchestrate high-stakes data heists, culminating in trapping Farjad's mistress in a rigged underground casino where she loses millions in syndicate cash. But as the black vein reaches my shoulder and my feelings for Kiyan deepen, will my vengeance cost me the very future I'm fighting to rewrite?
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