Chapter 1 – The Day I Died
The rain wouldn't stop. It lashed against the glass windows of the mansion, turning the city outside into a blur of lights and tears.
Lian Yue stood in her wedding dress — no, her funeral dress. Once pure white, now stained in crimson. Her hands trembled as she pressed them against her abdomen where the knife had entered.
Her breath came in sharp, shallow gasps. She could still hear their voices echoing in the background — the voices of the two people she trusted most.
> "We didn't mean to go this far…"
"She was going to find out everything. We had no choice."
Wei Jun. Her best friend, her husband, her first love.
And beside him, the woman who smiled at her every morning — Lin Xinya.
Lian Yue laughed weakly, the sound bitter and hollow.
> "So this is it? The company, the money, the life I built… you wanted them all."
Wei Jun avoided her gaze. Xinya's eyes glistened — not from guilt, but from victory.
> "You were always too perfect, Yue," Xinya whispered. "I just… wanted to see what it felt like to win."
The world tilted. Her knees hit the marble floor. She reached for Wei Jun's hand one last time, but he stepped back.
That hurt more than the blade.
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Hours later, when her body was found, the police ruled it as suicide.
No one came to the funeral except her rival, Rian Zhao — the man who'd competed with her in every business deal, the man she hated.
He stood alone by her grave, holding an umbrella. His voice was barely a whisper beneath the storm.
> "If I had known… I wouldn't have let them touch you."
He placed a white lily on her grave, his expression unreadable — pain, regret, and something that looked almost like love.
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The world faded into darkness.
But death wasn't the end.
When Lian Yue opened her eyes again, she wasn't lying on a cold marble floor — she was standing in her old apartment. Her reflection in the mirror looked younger, softer… alive.
On the phone screen beside her, the date flashed brightly:
March 3rd, 2023.
The day she confessed to Wei Jun.
The day her downfall began.
Her lips curved into a cold smile.
> "So fate gave me a second chance."
"Good. Let's see who dies this time."