Victoria Chen had it all — a seven-figure salary at Goldman Sachs, a penthouse overlooking Manhattan, and a fiance who worshipped the ground she walked on. Then she boarded Flight 5735 to Shanghai. The plane dropped from the sky. Everyone died. But Victoria woke up. Not in a hospital. In her own body, six months earlier, on the morning she first discovered the conspiracy that would eventually kill her. Armed with knowledge of the future — a catastrophic market crash, a deadly virus outbreak on a luxury cruise, a geopolitical crisis that would shake nations — Victoria has one chance to rewrite fate. This time, she won't be the victim. She'll be the architect. And everyone who orchestrated her death will burn.