I was reborn on the night before getting my marriage certificate with Howard Gordon.

At the Rhine River Restaurant, violin music drifted through the air.


Howard Gordon placed the meticulously peeled king crab meat onto the white porcelain plate in front of me.

His eyes held that gentle look I'd loved for ten years.

"Vanessa, tomorrow we'll be husband and wife. Have you really thought it through? About Blake..."


In my previous life, I fell for this considerate facade of his.

I eagerly interrupted him to pledge my loyalty:


"I've made up my mind! For you, I'll break ties with anyone, even my brother."

Then, right in front of him, I blocked Blake from all my contacts.

Howard smiled with satisfaction, and the next day we got our marriage certificate.

On our wedding night, he handed me a ceremonial cup of wine, which I drank without hesitation.

The poisoned wine burned through my insides, and I died in our bridal chamber.

Until death, I believed I was just a love-obsessed fool.

But now, there's a[Gossip System]in my head.

It's broadcasting Howard's thoughts in real time.

[Once she's dead, won't that arrogant Blake completely lose his mind?]

[What Blake cares about most is this sister with no blood relation. For her, he even went so far as to...]

[The sister he personally raised broke ties with him for another man, then died on her wedding night. He'll definitely collapse.]

[I really want to see him suffer.]

My fingers gripping the silverware tightened inch by inch, knuckles turning bone-white.

So it turns out that ten years of deep affection was, from beginning to end, an elaborate scheme targeting Blake.

And I was just a tool he used to get revenge on Blake.

Seeing that I remained silent, Howard frowned with concern: "Vanessa, what's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"

I raised my head and gave him a smile that was worse than crying.

"No, I just suddenly miss my brother."

Howard's face immediately darkened.