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In an accident, I died with my husband Ethan Lindcroft. Then I opened my eyes, and we were back on the day we got married. In our past life, everyone thought we were the perfect couple. But he never touched me. Not once. On his deathbed, I learned the truth that I was just a stand-in for his first love, Fiona Ashford. He stayed faithful to her his whole life. This time around, we didn't talk about any of it. We just went and filed for divorce. No hard feelings. Separate lives. Eight years later, I ran into him at an industry summit. He was on top of the world, his childhood sweetheart on his arm. He saw me in my simple clothes, walked over with his wine, and smirked. "Mrs. Royce, if you can't get over me, you don't have to dress like a waitress. Hoping I'll take you back?" I didn't say a word. Just smiled and waved. My son, Oliver Wells, came running over and grabbed my sleeve. He mumbled, "Mommy, Daddy's tired. When are we going home with him?" Ethan's smile froze. His glass slipped.