In my last life, I caught my husband, Nathan Clarke, having an affair with his adopted sister, Clara Bell. In her panic, she ran into traffic and broke a leg.
After six years of marriage, Nathan had secretly taken thousands of private photos and videos of me. The moment I won the Best Actress award, he leaked them all to the public.
Not just me—there were photos with other men, splashed across every tabloid and social media feed.
My daughter was bullied at school because of the scandal and… she even attempted suicide.
Nathan looked at me coldly and said, “This is the price you pay for forcing me to marry you. If you hadn’t wandered off and returned, taking what originally belonged to Clara, none of this would have happened to her.”
The marriage I had carefully built over six years… was nothing but a cruel joke.
I lunged at him in despair, only to have my face slashed by glass—my beauty, my pride, destroyed in an instant.
“Now let’s see what you have to compete with Clara.”
The rumors spread like wildfire. Everyone despised me. In the end, I proved my innocence with my own death.
Then… I was reborn. Back to a week before my wedding.
I stared at the intricate wedding dress on my body, a moment passing before I realized where—or rather when—I was.
Today was supposed to be the day I begged Nathan to help me try on my wedding gown.
I had nagged him countless times before, but he always refused, claiming he was too busy.
It wasn’t until Clara whined about her broken leg—her chance to ever wear a wedding dress uncertain—that he reluctantly agreed.
My phone buzzed. I flinched at the notification.
Spam message. I exhaled in relief.
In my past life, my number had been leaked. Every day, I was flooded with vulgar, hateful messages. Eventually, I stopped even answering my phone.
I smoothed my nerves and walked to the lounge, ready to enter the fitting room.
Just as I reached for the door, muffled groans came from inside, followed by Clara’s syrupy voice:
“Nathan… if only you had married me. Ever since your wife came back, I’ve been nothing compared to her. Mom and Dad love her more… and now, even you might be taken away by her.”
Nathan’s voice strained with restraint:
“If she hadn’t persuaded my mom to make me stay with her… I would have married you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Rachel regrets this…”
Before he could finish, a sultry sound interrupted him.
I pushed the door open slowly. Clara was lying in his lap in a white wedding gown, performing a sexual act, while Nathan’s cold face betrayed pure ecstasy.
My hands trembled at my sides.
Even knowing their relationship was twisted, seeing it in person made my chest ache and breaths shallow.
In my last life, Nathan had accompanied Clara to try on her gown while I waited alone in the lounge, heartbroken.
I never expected to witness this.
Finally, I shoved the door open hard.
Both of them froze at my voice.
Clara turned, panic flashing on her face, a white stain at the corner of her lips.
Quickly regaining her composure, she said nonchalantly, “Rachel, don’t misunderstand. Nathan’s zipper got stuck, I was just helping him.”
She licked her lips, smiling, “By the way, I’ve been hunting for this gown for ages. Could you take it off so I can try it?”
Nathan calmly zipped himself up and stepped forward, reaching to unzip my gown.
In my last life, I had resisted fiercely, but he ignored me, stripping me and pushing me out to put the gown on Clara.
At the peak of the day, my dress was locked inside, and all the customers stared, whispering.
This time… he reached for the zipper without a word again.
