Prologue

Background story about our main character and female lead Emrys as she gets ready to relive her life for the eighth time.

 My name is Emrys Boucher, though I suppose now it’s Emrys Auclair. I come from a small noble family, one that can barely be described as being noble in the first place. At the age of seventeen my parents sold me to the Auclair family to be the Earls wife, as his late countess had passed away a few years ago and had no one to fill that position. Even though I was just a young girl who knew nothing about being a countess, Edwen, my new husband, taught me everything I needed to know. He was a kind man and seemed to understand the type of situation I was in but never looked down on me for it. He had two children of his own, Cohen and Milo, who were from his previous marriage so I always understood the way they were so timid around me, especially since me and Cohen weren’t that far off in age. 

Three years after Edwen passed away, I died, every lifetime it’s that way like some god playing a cruel joke on me. I have tried everything to fix the fate I hold but have failed the past seven times, but perhaps eight is the lucky number. This world is cruel but I have to withstand it for my family and the good of the Auclair name that is now in my hands. This time I have a plan, a plan to live my life the way I want while calling out the one who cursed me to be like this. I will fix it, I will write my own story and take down .. Baron Corbin. 

In my third life Baron Corbin made it clear that he was the one who kept repeating my time. I can still remember what he said to me that cold night of winter in the garden of De la Croix.

“My..  it seems like you still haven’t figured out what you want most in this world, child, but lucky for you, time is on your side.” Baron Corbin smiled, a smile that would haunt my dreams even four lifetimes later. 

What do I want most in this world? I just want my children to grow up happy and for the Auclair family name to remain known. Or that’s what I always thought.

Before I came to this life I saw a glimpse of Cohen and Milo at my funeral with somber looks of grief. It made my heart ache remembering how I was never much of a mother to them up front and did everything in the shadows for them, but not anymore. I don’t care if my life repeats after this, in this life I will become a mother whose children can rely on and love openly. I will rewrite my wrongs of neglect by accepting my fate and for now on, in every life will choose my children over my future.