Blurb：
**She died betrayed... then woke up reliving the day of her downfall.**
Dr. Althea Ramsey, a brilliant OB-GYN at Harborview Medical Center, awakens after her suicide to find herself trapped in a time loop, forced to replay the catastrophic day orchestrated by her treacherous nurse Jenna Morrow and manipulative husband Garrick Stratford. Framed for medical malpractice by the desperate Hemlocks (Lorraine and Beau) and sabotaged by Jenna’s false "water bottle signal," Althea must outsmart their conspiracy using haunting knowledge of future betrayals.
But this time, Althea fights back.
- **Unmask Jenna’s lies** caught on her secret nanny cam
- **Expose Garrick’s affair** and drain his greed-driven schemes
- **Outwit the Hemlocks’ extortion** threatening her career
- **Battle Director Coleman’s betrayal** at the hospital
As she rewrites her fate, Althea’s cold fury becomes a scalpel—cutting through deceit in a high-stakes war where one misstep means losing her license, fortune, and life... again.
Content：
§PROLOGUEFor a fleeting second, the phantom sensation of falling, of wind screaming past her ears, returned.
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
Then, the sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic filled her nostrils.
Dr. Althea Ramsey’s eyes snapped open.
She wasn't on the pavement below The Pinnacle Tower, a broken mess of bone and regret.
She was in her office at Harborview Medical Center.
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air.
Her gaze fell on the half-full bottle of Fiji water on her desk.
The sight sent a jolt of ice through her veins.
This water bottle.
This day.
It was the day her life ended.
And, somehow, the day it had just begun again.
§01
“Dr. Ramsey, are you feeling alright?”
The voice belonged to Lorraine Hemlock, a woman whose desperation was a palpable force in the room.
Her husband, Beau, stood behind her, his large frame radiating a brutish impatience.
Althea forced her focus away from the water bottle, her mind racing to catch up with the impossible reality.
She was alive.
She was back.
“I’m fine, Lorraine,” Althea said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her soul. “Just reviewing your chart.”
She looked at the ultrasound monitor, the tiny, flickering heartbeat of the fetus a painful reminder of what was to come.
“So, what is it, Doc? A boy or a girl?” Beau Hemlock boomed, leaning forward.
“I’m sorry, the baby isn’t in a cooperative position today,” Althea stated calmly, reciting the words she remembered from a lifetime ago. “We can’t get a definitive look at the gender. We can try again at your next appointment.”
Lorraine’s face fell, a mask of profound disappointment.
This was the moment. The pivot on which her entire future, and theirs, would turn.
Just then, her nurse practitioner, Jenna Morrow, glided into the room with a deceptively bright smile.
“Director Coleman needs you for that budget meeting, Dr. Ramsey,” she said, her eyes flickering towards the Hemlocks with a conspiratorial gleam Althea now saw with horrifying clarity.
“Of course,” Althea replied, her own smile a perfect, professional mask.
She stood up, gathered her files, and prepared to leave.
In her previous life, this was the moment she had, out of a lifelong habit of neatness, picked up the water bottle and emptied it into the sink before leaving.
A simple, meaningless action.
An action Jenna had weaponized with deadly precision.
§02
As Althea reached the door, Jenna’s voice, feigning helpfulness, called out.
“Dr. Ramsey, you forgot your water bottle!”
Jenna pointedly looked from the bottle to the small sink in the corner of the exam room.
The air grew thick with unspoken meaning.
Althea could feel the Hemlocks’ eyes burning into her back, waiting.
Waiting for the signal Jenna had pre-arranged with them.
The signal that would confirm their deepest fears and send them down a path of tragedy.
The signal that would ultimately destroy Althea’s life.
Althea paused, her hand on the doorknob.
She turned slowly, her eyes meeting Jenna’s.
For the first time, she saw past the syrupy sweetness to the cold, calculating ambition beneath.
She saw the affair with her husband, Garrick.
She saw the greed for her inheritance.
She saw her own death reflected in Jenna’s pretty, treacherous eyes.
A slow, cold smile touched Althea’s lips.
“Leave it,” she said, her voice ringing with newfound authority. “I’ll take care of it when I get back.”
She turned and walked out, not looking back.
Behind her, she could almost hear the gears grinding in Jenna’s mind, the carefully constructed plan hitting its first, unexpected snag.
§03
The budget meeting was a three-hour-long drone of spreadsheets and projections.
For Althea, it was a blur.
Her mind was a whirlwind, replaying the last few months of her previous life.
The accusations.
The sham investigation.
Her husband Garrick’s hollow words of support, a mask for his betrayal.
The whispers in the hallways.
The way her colleagues, her friends, began to avoid her gaze.
Jenna’s crocodile tears as she gave her “witness statement.”
The Hemlocks’ public, grief-stricken condemnation.
They had painted her as a monster, an unethical doctor who took a bribe, then, out of spite, hinted that their precious, long-awaited son was a daughter, causing them to terminate the pregnancy in a fit of rage.
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