THE REINCARNATION OF THE ASSASSINATED HEIRESS.
It was him.
The man I had just been accused of murdering in cold blood.
The man whom I've been forced to consume poison because of.
Or, had I seen a ghost?
Why was my supposedly dead husband standing in the midst of those people, smirking in accomplishment.
As the venom of the poison spread through my body and like I was going to rip apart because of the pain, I gave in to the paralysis that rushed me and then closed my eyes shut, tears finding their way out of my closed eyes regardless.
“P…please, G… God,” I mumbled with the final breath in me.
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And, suddenly, my eyes were opened, and I was standing in front of him. And he was smiling widely at me, asking what I thought of the wedding dress.
But, this was weird because this was from three years ago.
Then, my eyes dropped on the calendar.
Was I hallucinating?
I… I have been reborn?!