I'm Done Being a Yes-Man

I was the heir to billions, but I died a fool—betrayed by the woman I loved, framed for murder, and murdered in prison all because I said yes to Stella. Now, I’ve woken up one month before it all happened. I remember every lie, every betrayal, every drop of blood spilled. This time, I won’t play the servant. This time, I protect Lily—the one who truly loved me. And Stella? She’ll learn the hard way: I’m done being a yes-man. The past can’t be changed, but the future is mine to rewrite. Choose wisely—will you seek justice, reclaim love, or burn it all down?

I'm Done Being a Yes-Man

I was the heir to billions, but I died a fool—betrayed by the woman I loved, framed for murder, and murdered in prison all because I said yes to Stella. Now, I’ve woken up one month before it all happened. I remember every lie, every betrayal, every drop of blood spilled. This time, I won’t play the servant. This time, I protect Lily—the one who truly loved me. And Stella? She’ll learn the hard way: I’m done being a yes-man. The past can’t be changed, but the future is mine to rewrite. Choose wisely—will you seek justice, reclaim love, or burn it all down?

I died on a Tuesday.

Cold concrete. The stench of blood and bleach. A knife in my ribs, and Stella’s voice in my ear: ‘You were always too trusting, Enzo.’

I remember smiling. Not because it didn’t hurt—but because in that final moment, I saw Lily’s face. Her tears. Her hands reaching for mine through the bars.

And I remembered everything.

The accident. The lie. The betrayal.

I died a fool.

But then—I woke up.

Same bed. Same room. Same view of the football field from my window.

My phone said it was September 3rd.

One month before the crash.

One month before I took the fall.

One month before she stole everything.

I sat up, heart pounding. Was it a dream?

Then the door opened.

‘Morning, Mr. Enzo,’ Kevin said, holding my blazer. ‘Stella asked me to give you a ride today.’

I froze.

Stella.

My chest tightened. Not with love this time—with rage.

Because I remembered.

I remembered how she smiled when I signed the confession.

How she laughed when Tony called me ‘the help’s pet.’

How she kissed me one last time before hiring the man who killed me.

And now?

Now, I had a choice.

I could play dumb. Let it happen again.

Or I could make her pay.

I stood up, straightened my tie, and looked Kevin in the eye.

‘Tell Stella I’ll walk today,’ I said. ‘And tell her… I’m done being her yes-man.’