After I wrote a hit song and helped my husband get to the top, he reported me for fraud at an awards ceremony.
After my rebirth, I handed in my resignation, left the production department, and broke ties with the Knight family who had raised me. I became known as an ungrateful traitor.
All because, in my previous life, Chloe Davis – the supposed gifted musician and the apple of Mason Knight’s eye, the CEO’s only son – died in an accident during a signing selection.
And I married him, becoming Mrs. Knight’s daughter–in–law.
After our marriage, Mason and I worked side–by–side for twenty years, weathering every storm.
I composed hit songs, he sang them to life, and Stellar Entertainment’s entire fifty–year backlog of unsold albums became phenomenal
successes under our touch.
But Mason Knight, my supposed soulmate, publicly exposed me at my own awards ceremony, accusing me of fraud and deception.
He claimed all the key arrangements in my award–winning albums, the very ones that earned me recognition, were based on manuscripts Chloe Davis had recorded with her ‘innate musicality‘ before her death.
“Scarlett Hayes, you stole the life that rightfully belonged to Chloe Davis.”
Even my own students, whom I’d personally mentored, looked at me with open disdain.
“Teacher, I never thought a top–tier producer like you would rely on plagiarism to get to the top.”
As I saw their scornful gazes, I collapsed right outside Stellar Entertainment’s doors.
Every single one of my works was rigorously investigated.
Mason dug into my every oversight, leading to my imprisonment for plagiarism and copyright infringement.
Behind bars, I was relentlessly attacked online by inmates who held grudges against me, and I eventually took my own life out of despair.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at Stellar Entertainment, on the day they were deciding producers for a new album.
Mr. Knight sat in his office, his expression heavy.
“Mason, for this new album, who should we pick as producer? Scarlett or Chloe?”
Colleagues around us chuckled.
“Is that even a question? Mason and Scarlett are childhood sweethearts! Who else would he pick?”
I had grown up in the Knight family, and they had long since unofficially decided I would be their daughter–in–law.
The position of producer for this new album was, naturally, assumed to be mine.
But this time, Mason Knight abruptly interrupted his father.
“Dad, let’s keep personal matters separate. Selecting a producer should be fair. I shouldn’t be making that decision.”
It clicked instantly. He had been reborn too.
Since he was so fixated on his unrequited love for Chloe Davis last time, I decided this time, I’d make sure they got their happy ending.
“Mr. Knight, I honestly don’t think my abilities are sufficient. I’m not a good match for Mason, nor do I think I belong in the core production
team.”
I grabbed a blank sheet of paper and swiftly wrote out the words. “RESIGNATION LETTER.”
I grabbed a blank sheet of paper and swiftly wrote out the words, “RESIGNATION LETTER.”
Seeing my actions, Mason Knight didn’t say a word. He just turned and bolted from the office.
At this exact time in my last life, Chloe Davis had been cornered by furious haters who didn’t want her signed.
In the chaos, a deranged hater injured her wrist, making it impossible for her to hold a microphone again.
Now that he had a second chance, he was clearly going to protect Chloe from that fate.
Mr. Knight exploded in fury, pushing my resignation letter back across the desk.
“Scarlett Hayes, what nonsense is this? I taught you everything you know, and now you want to resign?”
Mr. Knight, who had raised me like his own daughter, now looked at me with utter disappointment.
I met his gaze, wanting to explain, but in the end, I simply bowed deeply.
