Chapter 1

I arrived at the wedding venue in my wedding dress to find an octagonal fighting ring set up in the center of the stage.

My fiancé Holt pulled his childhood friend Chelsea over and handed me a pair of boxing gloves with a smile.

"Lynette, this is a tradition from back home. The bride has to wrestle with the groomsmen in the ring—it's for good luck. I specifically asked Chelsea to go up with you. Just go through the motions."

Looking at Chelsea, who always seemed so fragile and sickly, I didn't think twice and stepped into the ring.

But the next second, her expertly executed roundhouse kick knocked me out cold with a severe concussion.

When I woke up, I was paralyzed in a hospital bed.

Holt held Chelsea's hand as he said to me:

"The guests already sent so many wedding gifts. The wedding can't be without a bride. Chelsea is willing to take care of me in your place. You're so kind—I'm sure you won't mind, right?"

Tormented by extreme humiliation and severe depression, I wheeled myself to the rooftop of the wedding suite and threw myself off.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back one month before the wedding.

I turned around and knocked on the door of the national Sanda champion training facility.

"Coach, if I train for one month, can I punch someone's head off?"