At ten years old, she dreamed aloud of becoming President. He smiled and whispered, "Become my wife instead." His eyes held promises of devotion, as if he would surrender everything to her. By thirty-three, a classified information breach sealed her fate. Imprisoned for treason, she discovered his signature authorizing her execution. The betrayal shattered her illusions—love was merely a phantom, while ambition and authority were all that mattered. Reborn at twenty with a second chance, she awakened with fierce determination. "I will become President," she declared. "But madam," an aide hesitated, "your husband already holds the position." Her resolve hardened instantly. "Then I'll remove him from power and claim the throne myself." A figure emerged from the shadows, amusement dancing in his gaze. "Did I misunderstand, darling? You intend to... bring me down?"