Prologue

Last night was my breaking point. It was supposed to be my final night.

But I didn't wake up in hell. Heaven was never an option either. Instead, I woke up surrounded by the softest bed sheets I've ever felt. The wooden door, imported marble tiles, and brass chandelier casting a soft, warm glow over the room were nothing like what I see in my reality.

No, this isn't hell. It's worse than hell.

Because last night, it was August 15, 2024. Today, I woke up on August 22, 1912.

And somehow, I am someone's wife.