Cure For Love

Rena was a renowned philanthropist and businesswoman. In her final moments, her daughter-in-law, Sharon, appeared before her. It was then that Rena learned the truth: her efforts to protect her son, Stefan, had driven away her beloved daughter-in-law, Clare, and ultimately led to Stefan's imprisonment. Sharon had orchestrated everything to replace Rena and take control of the Jenkins family. Filled with regret for pushing Clare away, Rena closed her eyes. In that moment, she saw Clare appear before her. With a heavy heart, Rena vowed that if she were given a second chance, she would never again favor her son over her cherished daughter-in-law. She would protect Clare at all costs.

Cure For Love

Rena was a renowned philanthropist and businesswoman. In her final moments, her daughter-in-law, Sharon, appeared before her. It was then that Rena learned the truth: her efforts to protect her son, Stefan, had driven away her beloved daughter-in-law, Clare, and ultimately led to Stefan's imprisonment. Sharon had orchestrated everything to replace Rena and take control of the Jenkins family. Filled with regret for pushing Clare away, Rena closed her eyes. In that moment, she saw Clare appear before her. With a heavy heart, Rena vowed that if she were given a second chance, she would never again favor her son over her cherished daughter-in-law. She would protect Clare at all costs.

The heart monitor flatlined, but I wasn’t dead—not yet. My body lay still, but my mind screamed as Sharon stepped forward, adjusting her pearl necklace like a queen claiming a throne. \n\nI saw flashes—Stefan in handcuffs, Clare sobbing at an empty altar, the Jenkins name splashed across tabloids in disgrace. It was all connected. My interference. My blind trust in Sharon. My fear that Clare would take my son away from me. \n\nAnd then… Clare was there, translucent, reaching for me. Not with anger, but sorrow. \n\n'I loved you like a mother,' her voice echoed. \n\nTears I couldn’t wipe burned my cheeks. If I could go back—if I could just live one year again—I’d stand beside her. I’d fight for her. \n\nDarkness swallowed me. Then… a gasp. \n\nI’m back. It’s a year before it all falls apart. My eyes snap open. Morning light spills across the bedroom. The calendar reads March 14th. \n\nSharon will arrive today with 'concerned' news about Clare’s 'erratic behavior.' Last time, I believed her. \n\nThis time, I won’t.