The next morning, Aarika packed her essentials. No more living in the shadows of her past.
She withdrew funds from her private account—one she had set up secretly in her first life for emergencies. The old her never used it.
The new Aarika was smarter.
She rented a small office space downtown under a false name. It was dusty, cramped, and perfect.
She pulled out a notebook and wrote one word on the front page: Auralyn.
Her future company. Her future empire.
She worked all day, fueled by adrenaline and fury. She made calls, pulled strings, reached out to people she once ignored.
Every decision calculated. Every step personal.
At sunset, she stood in the empty room, looking out the window at the city.
"This is the beginning," she whispered.
Behind her, a soft flutter answered.
She smiled.
"Yes, baby. This time, we rise together."