LOGINEveryone knew how much I was in love with Alex Carter. I was willing to do anything for Alex just to see him happy and never bothered if they ruined my dignity or worth. But to Alex, I was seen as a desperate shameless lady who wanted him by all means even though I knew he always had a lover. After we got married, he treated me like dirt and threw me in prison, accusing me of financial crimes. Killed by a jailer sent by him, I died with regret of loving him. When I woke up again, I found myself back on my wedding day with Alex in my previous life and realised it was an afterlife, a second chance at life. This time, I wouldn't let him ruin me twice.
View MoreJulia’s POVThe car hummed softly as Declan drove me home, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and white through the window. His hand rested on mine, warm and loving while we moved. I glanced at him, his face reflecting against the glow of the dashboard, his eyes soft whenever they flicked to me. My heart still raced from the church, from the weight of my choice of choosing him, from the way I’d run to him and left everything else behind. We pulled up to his family’s estate, a sprawling mansion nestled in a quiet corner of the city. The driveway was lined with cars, and my stomach fluttered with nerves. His family, though I’ve met them before but not quite sure if they will accept me as a bride. I was stepping into their world now, not as a guest, but as Declan’s fiancée, his wife, in his words. The thought sent a thrill through me, chased by doubt. Would they accept me after the chaos I’d caused?Declan squeezed my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “You ready?” he
Declan’s POVMy phone sat heavy in my hand, its screen dark and silent, mocking me with Julia’s absence. I’d called her a dozen times over the past two days, each unanswered ring twisting the knot in my stomach tighter. Her face flashed in my mind, those soft hazel eyes, the way her lips curved when she laughed, calling me “trouble” with that teasing lilt. I paced in my room, worried, my heart pounding with a mix of worry and frustration. Is she fine? Did Alex do anything to her? Why wasn’t she picking up?Had I pushed too far that night at Luxe Bistro, when we’d laughed over salmon and wine, her hand warm in mine? Or was it something else, something to do with that damn wedding she was being forced into?I sank onto the couch, running a hand through my hair, my jaw tight. The thought of Julia marrying Alex, a man whose cold indifference I’d seen firsthand, made my blood boil. I’d tried to stay out of it, to respect her choice, but every unanswered call felt like a door slamming shut.
Julia’s POVI snatched the phone from Isabella’s hand as I ended the call with a sharp tap. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anger and disbelief swirling in my gut. “What the hell, Iz?” I snapped, my voice rising as I glared at her. Her audacity to speak to Grandfather like that, like he was some villain in a cheap novel made my blood boil. “You can’t just talk to him that way! He’s my family! If you’re going to be aggressive with anyone, it should be Alex, not him!”Isabella’s eyes widened, her mouth parting slightly in disbelief. “Seriously?” She said.Then her expression hardened, her brown eyes blazing with a fire I rarely saw. She leaned forward, her hands balling into fists. “Are you serious right now, Julia? You’re defending that manipulative old man over me? Over yourself?” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the cozy warmth of her living room. She stood abruptly, her oversized sweater slipping further off her shoulder as she towered over me. “Wake up, Julia! You’re ab
Julia’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of my room. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my limbs heavy with a restlessness that had settled deep in my bones. Waking up used to excite me to begin my day but today, the thought of the approaching wedding, now just two days away only bothered me. I rolled onto my side, my mind replaying Grandfather’s words from last night, “Julia, you should move to Alex’s room. I only permit you both to share one room. Not some side chick.” His words left Celeste’s tight-lipped silence in the doorway.I sat up, running a hand through my tangled hair, and reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up with notifications, but none from Declan. My heart gave a small, traitorous lurch at the thought of him. I shook my head, trying to dislodge the image, and scrolled through my contacts until I landed on Isabella’s name. My thumb hovered over the call button for a moment before I pressed it, the phone ringing softly as I












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