Chapter 1

I woke up and found myself convicted of a hit-and-run killing.

On the day I was sent to prison, my fiancé Brandon suddenly confessed to me:

"Actually, it was your sister Freya who did the hit-and-run. I fabricated the evidence to make you take the fall for her."

Seeing me frozen in shock, he said it like it was nothing:

"I've been seeing her behind your back for a while now. She's pregnant with my child."

"Your whole family knows."

My body went stiff. My mind went completely blank.

He continued:

"Don't worry. When you get out, my child with her will be your child too."

Except I never made it out. I was beaten to death in prison.

After I died, my soul drifted to Brandon and Freya's wedding. Without meaning to, I possessed Freya's body.

The officiant was holding the microphone, asking the bride if she took this man to be her husband.

I controlled Freya's body, ran a hand over her slightly swollen belly, and smiled with her face — smug and satisfied:

"I absolutely do!"

"After all, I've been sleeping around with multiple men. Not only did I pick up an STD, I'm also carrying some random guy's baby."

"So after I ran someone over drunk driving, I deliberately let Caitlin take the fall and go to prison, then stole her fiancé."

"If I don't marry Brandon, where else am I going to find a loaded idiot willing to take me in?"

I turned to Brandon, whose face had gone a sickly shade of green. I patted his cheek and smiled with cold contempt:

"Baby, don't worry. The child might not be yours, but I'm still yours, aren't I?"

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