I Gave Up On Both of Them
When my identity as a spy for the enemy nation was exposed, my two childhood friends faked their deaths and made a bet.
Whose memorial tablet I chose to marry at the altar would be the one to protect me.
One was Rio Murray, the young general to whom I was betrothed. The other was Prince Bayram, who had concealed my identity as a spy for many years.
But I chose neither for the simple fact that I had lived this life twice.
During my first time, I chose Rio, only to be buried alive by the prince, who had “returned from the dead.”
During my second time, I chose Bayram, only to be torn to pieces by vultures sent by Rio.
Later, I learned that all those years of care had been a facade.
It was because they had mistaken me for their dream girl, who had been abducted by the enemy nation in childhood and vanished without a trace.
They hated me for usurping her place. So under the pretext of eliminating a rival, they subjected me to the agony of slow torture!
I ignored both memorial tablets placed before me.
Amid the gasps of the crowd, I produced the Royal Decree and declared while enunciating every word clearly. “I am already betrothed; I’m afraid I cannot choose.”