Reborn One Day Before My Doomed Wedding

I died of an amniotic fluid embolism.By the time I passed, the hospital bed was completely soaked in my blood.I begged my husband, Rylan Benton, to save me. However, he only looked down at me with disgust before tightening his grip around my throat."So what if I was engaged to you first?" he spat. "Elisa and I were truly in love, but you forced us apart and caused her to die with our unborn child! A wicked woman like you doesn't deserve to be my wife! Go to hell and beg Elisa for forgiveness!"They were the ones having an affair, yet I was the one paying the price.Elisa Houghton was Dad's illegitimate daughter. Seeing her living on the streets with no one to rely on, I had pitied her and begged Dad to bring her into our home.I never expected that a single act of kindness would ruin my entire life.Elisa was a master manipulator. She played the doting sister to my face while secretly seducing my fiance behind my back. By the time I found out, she was already pregnant with hi

Elisa made a move to leave.The moment Rylan saw her tears, he tossed all his doubts out the window. He grabbed her hand and said, "Don't be silly. Nobody is touching my baby!"With that, he turned to me, his eyes burning with hatred. "You bitch, you've already hurt Elisa enough. You just won't stop until you've driven her to her death, will you?"A bitter laugh escaped my lips.Drive her to her death?He sure knew how to flip the script. They were the ones who committed such a disgraceful act, yet they wanted to pin the blame on me?Besides, if they were so deeply in love, he should go beg Courtney himself.He could swear an oath to Courtney that he'd rather give up his status as the heir to the Benton family just to be with Elisa. What could Courtney possibly do to stop him?At the end of the day, he just wanted to have his cake and eat it too. He couldn't let go of Elisa, and he sure as hell couldn't part with the wealth.I looked straight at Rylan. Pretending to be moved b

I sat beside Courtney, watching Elisa sprawl helplessly on the floor.Everyone's eyes converged on the angel figurine.Carved from white marble, it was a striking piece of craftsmanship—stately, lifelike, and bearing a subtle resemblance to Courtney. Under normal circumstances, a gift like this would have easily won her heart.But what had thrown her into a rage was the fact that the moment the box was opened, the figurine appeared to be bleeding from its eyes, nose, and mouth.What else could delivering a bleeding icon mean?Courtney instantly assumed that Elisa resented her for refusing to let her marry into the family and had cursed her out of spite.I watched the scene unfold with a calm exterior, though a sharp wave of satisfaction washed through me.The trap had worked perfectly. Elisa had completely destroyed any chance of ever earning Courtney's favor.From the very beginning, I had deliberately let Elisa hear that I had prepared an angel figurine, luring her into takin

When I got home, Grandma was beaming as she greeted me. "Amy, your wedding with Samuel is just around the corner. Courtney ordered a bunch of custom wedding dresses from abroad. Come pick one out! You need to start preparing."I had no idea what kind of spell Elisa had cast over Rylan, but despite the massive mess she had made, he remained completely devoted to her. He had even managed to convince Courtney to let her marry into the family.For the past few days, Elisa had been gloating with pride. Believing her marriage had elevated her above me, she looked for every opportunity to rub it in."Grandma, I should pick my dress first. Rylan is about to become the heir to the Benton family, so our wedding must be perfect. Amy's just marrying a sick man anyway. She can have whatever I leave behind. We might both be marrying into the Benton family, but there is still a hierarchy here!"With that, she glared at me triumphantly and thought, "So what if you set me up, Amy? So what if Mrs. B

With the job done, I headed back to my room, thoroughly exhausted. Knowing Samuel was still downstairs being dragged into toasts, I figured I'd catch a quick nap.But the moment I closed my eyes, the door clicked open. Startled, I reached out to switch on the light, only to hear a familiar, gentle voice."It's me."A pair of warm hands folded over mine. Because of my poor circulation, my hands were always ice-cold, so Samuel had made a habit of warming them up for me lately."Why are you back so early? Weren't they trying to make you drink?" I asked.Being this close to a man again made my body stiffen slightly.Samuel chuckled softly. "Drinking isn't nearly as important as being with my wife. Besides, who would be tactless enough to actually get the groom wasted on his wedding night?"Sensing my tension, he used a playful tone to ease my nerves.The failure of my marriage in my previous life had left me deeply traumatized. At one point, I thought I'd just spend the rest of my