I Died on My Wedding Day

On the day I was supposed to marry the man I loved, I found him in bed with my best friend.

Before I could expose their betrayal, they revealed a horrifying truth. My best friend had introduced us, planned our relationship, and spent years helping him gain my trust. Their goal was simple—marry me, steal my inheritance, and get rid of me.

Then they left me bleeding on the floor to die.

As darkness swallowed me, I swore that if I ever got a second chance, I would make them pay for everything they had done.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn back to one month before it all started.