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In my last life, my husband refused to sleep with me — because of his sister-in-law, Vanessa. "My brother just died. Vanessa has PTSD. She can't handle knowing we're being intimate." But I caught him in his study, getting off to a photo of her. "Vanessa… my body and soul belong to you." Something inside me snapped. I got in the car and drove. There was an accident — a bad one. I died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of our engagement. This time, I was going to give him exactly what he wanted — her. And when they were finally happy together, I would tell him something that would destroy him. "Your sister-in-law is actually your biological sister." Of course he didn't believe me. But when I threw the paternity test report in his face, he completely fell apart. Chapter 1 Introduction In my last life, my husband refused to sleep with me — because of his sister-in-law, Vanessa. "My brother just died. Vanessa has PTSD. She can't handle knowing we're being intimate." But I caught him in his study, getting off to a photo of her. "Vanessa… my body and soul belong to you." Something inside me snapped. I got in the car and drove. There was an accident — a bad one. I died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of our engagement. This time, I was going to give him exactly what he wanted — her. And when they were finally happy together, I would tell him something that would destroy him. "Your sister-in-law is actually your biological sister." Of course he didn't believe me. But when I threw the paternity test report in his face, he completely fell apart. Chapter 1 The night I married Ethan Hargrove, his sister-in-law Vanessa — freshly widowed — put on a wedding dress and tried to kill herself. Ethan looked at me with a cold, flat expression. "Babe, my brother just died. Vanessa's in a fragile state. Seeing us in newlywed bliss pushed her over the edge." "Besides, every time I picture her trying to kill herself... I can't get it up." "Let's just sleep in separate rooms." I agreed. So that's what we did. After the wedding, we never once touched each other. Every time I accidentally brushed against him, he'd sneer at me. "Is that all you think about? Sex? What kind of woman has this much need?" The shame ate me alive. Countless nights I fell asleep clutching his shirt, breathing in his scent, aching. Then one day I wandered into his study by mistake — and found him holding a photo of Vanessa, pleasuring himself. "Vanessa... my body, my heart — they'll only ever belong to you." I stood there, frozen. He was in love with his brother's wife. I couldn't take it. I got in the car to leave, and crashed. I died drowning in grief. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my engagement to Ethan Hargrove. This time, I was going to give him what he really wanted. And this time, I wasn't going to keep their dirty secret. ... "Sorry." A sharp pain shot through my finger. Ethan had yanked the engagement ring right off my hand. He gave me an apologetic look. "Claire, Vanessa said she likes this ring. She's going through a hard time right now — just let her have it. When she gets tired of it, she'll give it back." Everyone around us stood frozen in awkward silence. Ethan stared straight at me. Waiting for me to cave. When I didn't speak, his brows pinched together. "Vanessa just lost her husband. She's at her lowest. You need to be the bigger person here..." God, that line. It gave me an instant headache. In my last life, those words had haunted me like a curse. "Fine. If she likes it, give it to her." The second I agreed — that easily — a flash of irritation crossed Ethan's face. "This is our engagement ring, and you'd just hand it away like it's nothing? If you don't want to marry me, just say so." A needle of pain went through my chest. So even with a second chance, it still hurt. I smiled suddenly. "You know, your sister-in-law never got a proper engagement party. She's always regretted it. Why don't you give her one right now?" He froze. He clearly hadn't expected me to say that. Before he could refuse, Vanessa shoved me aside, eyes bright with excitement. "Yes! Not having an engagement party has always been my biggest regret." Ethan looked at her — beaming, radiant — and swallowed whatever he'd been about to say. The engagement ceremony started over. Same party. Different bride. I stood there clapping through my tears while everyone stared at me like I'd lost my mind. They gazed into each other's eyes like they were one breath away from kissing. I cursed myself for being so blind. In my last life, I never saw what was right in front of me — Ethan and Vanessa, wanting each other in the most shameful way possible. Instead, I'd pitied her. I'd buried the secret to protect her. The day I married Ethan in my last life, Vanessa put on a wedding dress and tried to kill herself. Ethan hated me for it from that day on. He couldn't stand the sight of anything white. Especially me in a wedding gown. Not this time. In this life, I wasn't getting tangled in other people's messes. Setting them free was setting myself free. By the time the engagement party ended, Ethan's fingers were still laced through Vanessa's. Then he brought her home. "Long day," he said to me. "Go wash Vanessa's clothes." I stood there, stunned. Next Chapter Chapter 2 Vanessa shot him a pouty look. "We have a washing machine, you know. I can do it myself." Ethan gripped her shoulders and turned her toward him, all authority. "No way. Clothes only get really clean when you wash them by hand." "Claire always hand-washes my clothes. She'll get yours spotless." Bitterness flooded my chest, but I kept my face perfectly still. "I'm sorry, I can't. My fingers are hurt — I can't get them wet." When Ethan had yanked the ring off my hand earlier, he'd used so much force that the diamond setting tore my skin open. My fingers were still slick with blood. Vanessa let out a mocking little laugh. "God, Ethan really has spoiled you rotten, Claire. Crying over a tiny scratch like that? What are you, a baby?" Then she dropped her head, playing wounded. "It's my fault, really. I showed up without any notice. I didn't even bring a change of clothes. I'm sorry." Ethan rubbed the top of her head. "You're the baby here." He glanced at me. "Give her some of your clothes, Claire." The moment Ethan went upstairs, Vanessa's face twisted. She looked at me with pure venom. "Don't think you can hold that secret over me, Claire. Ask yourself — who do you think he'd believe? You or me?" Before I could answer, she ripped her own clothes apart. Then she burst into tears. "I'm sorry, Claire! I won't do it again! I won't wear your clothes, just please — please stop!" Ethan came tearing out of the room. The look on his face — I'd never seen him that panicked. He saw Vanessa standing there in shredded clothes, and something in him snapped. Two long strides and his palm cracked across my face. "Claire, if you have a problem, you take it up with me. If I ever catch you bullying Vanessa again, don't even think about me marrying you." I turned my head with the blow. Bit down hard. The taste of rust filled my mouth. "Fine." His eyes narrowed. Then he looked at me with pure contempt. "You do something wrong and you cop an attitude about it? No wonder — born to a mother who didn't even bother to raise you—" He stopped. Pressed his lips shut. A flash of regret crossed his face. Maybe even he realized how far he'd gone. "Claire, I didn't mean that." Tears poured down my face. I shoved him away with both hands. "Damn you, Ethan Hargrove. Damn me for ever loving you." His face went white. He stepped toward me, but Vanessa's whimper cut through the air. "Ethan, I'm scared. Don't leave me alone." Vanessa watched me nervously, terrified I'd spill the secret. I had no interest in arguing with either of them. I turned and ran out the door. Ethan knew exactly where to cut deepest. He knew I was an orphan. He'd always known. And he still ripped that wound open — for another woman. Back when we volunteered at the orphanage together, he used to look at those kids with such tenderness it broke my heart. "They don't have a mom or dad," he'd said. "Someday, we'll be their mom and dad." He was so sincere back then. So sincere that I forgot — I didn't have a real family either. I made it back to my rental apartment. The dim yellow light dragged me back to reality. There's no prince falling for Cinderella. There never was. It was just a dream. I dug through the bottom of my suitcase and pulled it out. My fingers wouldn't stop shaking. This was the thing that made Ethan's older brother jump off that building without a second thought. My breathing came fast and shallow. My mouth tasted bitter. My throat burned so badly I could barely swallow. This thing could destroy Ethan too. Completely. Irreversibly. I held it for a long time. Then I put it back. In this second life, all I wanted was to stay far away from all of them and live for myself. I drifted somewhere between sleep and waking when I heard a key turning in the lock. I grabbed a knife and pointed it at the door. In the old days, local thugs used to come banging on it all the time. That was why Ethan had bought our apartment early — so I wouldn't have to live here alone anymore. "It's me." Ethan pushed the door open. He looked exhausted. "I'm sorry." His voice was heavy with guilt. "I shouldn't have hit you." A pause. "And I shouldn't have said what I said." I stood there gripping the knife, saying nothing. The rejection on my face cut into him. "Claire, don't do this." He dropped to his knees in front of me. "If you're angry, hit me. Please. Just don't shut me out." I cried. He gently took the knife from my hand. He let out a breath of relief, and his tone shifted — scolding now. "You're a grown woman, Claire. When are you going to drop this stubborn streak?" "Vanessa said she's willing to let it go. Come back with me, apologize to her, and we can put this whole thing behind us." My tears stopped dead. I stared at him like I was seeing him for the first time. "You want me to apologize?" "You were in the wrong. She's our sister-in-law. She just lost—" I didn't want to hear another word. I pulled the blanket over my head and pretended to sleep. He sighed. Lifted the edge of the blanket, about to climb in beside me. Then his phone rang. Vanessa. "Ethan, I'm scared. I'm all alone." And just like that — without a second of hesitation — he left. Next Chapter Chapter 3 I thought I'd never shed another tear over him. But Vanessa had no intention of letting me go. The next morning, I walked into the office and every pair of eyes landed on me differently. Wherever I went, the whispers followed. "Look, look — that's the other woman." "God, she's pretty enough. Why couldn't she just make an honest living instead of sleeping her way up? Pathetic." "I know her type. Innocent face, but behind closed doors? Total freak." I stopped in my tracks and turned to face them. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Spreading lies about someone is illegal." But they weren't intimidated. One of them looked up at me with pure contempt. "Since when does a mistress get to act so high and mighty?" "What, you latch onto the head of the Hargrove family and suddenly think you're the lady of the house? His real woman already came out and dragged you publicly." I was shaking with rage. "You want to make accusations? Bring evidence. Ethan and I are in a real relationship!" That's when I found out. Vanessa had posted the engagement video from last night online — and tagged Ethan. "Here's to the rest of our lives together." I'd been sharing moments from my relationship with Ethan on social media. Nosy followers had connected the dots and recognized me. They'd already made up their minds. I was the other woman. The dirty secret. And Ethan's response? One vague, two-word reply. "Above board." I called him immediately. "Ethan, the entire internet thinks I'm your mistress. You need to clear this up. Now." Silence. A long, unbearable silence. Then: "Clarifying right now would hurt Vanessa. Besides, it's not like you're really losing anything." "Pick out a handbag and send me the link. I'll buy it for you." I hung up. My whole body went cold, like I'd been plunged into ice water. So that's what I was to him. Something he could shut up with a gift. Because Ethan refused to set the record straight, Vanessa kept posting ambiguous comments in the threads, fanning the flames. Now I couldn't step outside without someone calling me a homewrecker. My boss called. He was polite about it — said there'd been some "staffing changes." I didn't need to come in anymore. Then my landlord barged in with his son, said I'd dirtied his property, and threw me out. I begged. I pleaded. He didn't care. In the chaos, I dug through my boxes and found it — clutched it tight against my chest. Everything I owned was hurled out onto the sidewalk. I was crouched there, a complete mess, trying to gather my things, when Ethan showed up. He was holding a brand-new designer handbag. When he saw the state I was in, a flicker of surprise crossed his face. "It's all junk. Leave it." He pulled me into the car without another word and drove me back to their apartment. Vanessa saw me and her breathing hitched. She forced a smile and reached for my hand. "Oh! Ethan didn't tell me you were coming." "The place is a bit of a mess — don't mind it." She was wearing loungewear, moving around the kitchen with practiced ease, pouring me tea like she was the woman of the house. "Oh my God, what a gorgeous bag! Is that for me?" She plucked the handbag right out of Ethan's hands, grinning. "I love it. Thank you." Ethan's expression went rigid. He leaned down and muttered to me quickly, "I'll get you a nicer one next time." I didn't say a word. It was Vanessa who took my hand again, her eyes wide and bright. "Claire, why do you look like such a wreck? Did something happen?" Those eyes. Sparkling. Innocent. Not a trace of the venom behind them. I let out a bitter laugh. "You tell me. This is all your doing." Vanessa's shoulders flinched. Tears spilled instantly. "Claire, are you blaming me? I had no idea people would twist a simple video like that." She raised her hand and slapped herself across the face. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have clung to something that was never mine." "I know the engagement ceremony was yours. I stole your happiness." She dissolved into sobs. The ache in Ethan's eyes hardened into something real. He kicked my chair so hard it lurched. "Claire, are you ever going to stop? From day one you've had it out for Vanessa. First you ripped her clothes, and now you're blowing every little thing out of proportion." "I'm warning you — if you disrespect my sister-in-law one more time, this wedding is off!" I stared at the two of them, wrapped around each other. My fingertips traced the outline of it without thinking. "Ethan, so you do remember she's your sister-in-law." "Funny. Anyone watching would think she's your fiancée. You're holding her so tight — why don't you just kiss her while you're at it." Next Chapter Chapter 4 Ethan's face went dark. "You still don't know when to stop. I really have spoiled you rotten." Vanessa curved her lips into a soft smile, all warmth and understanding. "I'm fine, really. Even if Claire asks me to move out after she marries into the family, I'd be okay with that." "As long as you're happy, I can endure anything." Nothing terrified Ethan more than Vanessa saying she'd leave. His expression shifted instantly. "Don't talk like that. No one is ever going to make you leave. You'll always be my sister-in-law." Vanessa pressed herself against his chest and pouted. "But a home can only have one woman in charge. Your brother is gone. A woman like me—I have no home anymore." "Someday Claire will get upset, and she'll have every right as the lady of the house to throw me out." Ethan grabbed my hand. Hard. "Ethan, let go of me! What are you doing!" He yanked me so hard I stumbled. My wrist screamed with pain. He dragged me to the basement and shoved me inside. "Claire, you're too stubborn. This isn't good for either of us." "Stay here and think about what you've done. When you've reflected enough, I'll come get you." The basement door closed slowly. Darkness swallowed me like a rising tide. The loneliness and terror from childhood came flooding back. I couldn't help it. I screamed, I begged. "No—Ethan, please, I'm scared. Please don't do this." Something flickered across his face. Reluctance, maybe. "Vanessa is going to live with us. That's not changing. And the way you've been acting—I can't trust you." Before the last sliver of light disappeared, I broke. "Ethan, I know about you and Vanessa!" "You can't be together!" I pulled it out—the evidence—and held it up, screaming at him. "This is proof that you can't be together!" Ethan slammed the door shut. His voice came through the iron door, cold and hard. "Claire, you've lost your mind. How dare you slander what I have with my sister-in-law." "There is nothing between us. Nothing. None of the filthy things you're suggesting." I pounded on the iron door. "Ethan, believe me." "Open the door. The proof is right here. You just have to look at it and you'll understand. Please." Silence on the other side. Long, suffocating silence. My heart twisted in my chest. Finally, a sigh. "Claire, you've really changed." I opened my mouth to say more, but he was already walking away. The darkness around me felt alive. It clung to me, crawled over me. Invisible hands closed around my heart. Even with my eyes shut, I could feel them—eyes, everywhere, watching me. The disgusted stares of relatives who never wanted me. The critical gaze of the orphanage director. The leering eyes of the boss at my part-time job. I curled into a ball, as if making myself small could somehow make me strong. Through the blur of tears, I thought I saw my mother. "Mom..." "I'm sorry. I didn't take care of myself." The iron door rattled. A beam of sunlight hit my eyes. I raised my hand to block it. Through the gaps between my fingers—Ethan's face. "My parents are here to see us." He sat me down in a chair like I was a doll. Mechanical. Empty. His parents looked me over. "I hear you're engaged to Ethan?" His mother—Patricia—lifted her teacup and took a delicate sip. She had the effortless composure of old money. She looked me up and down. "Utterly beneath us." I was still shaking. I hadn't washed, hadn't brushed my hair. I looked like a lunatic. In my past life, his parents had been just as critical. But back then, I'd been poised. Graceful. I'd charged headfirst into the battle for love, and my fearlessness had won them over. Ethan had scooped me up and spun me around like he'd won the war. "Claire, marrying you is the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me." But now—now Ethan shot me a warning look. "Mom, Dad. Claire's just shy. Let's drop it." His mother let out a cold scoff. "The Hargrove family doesn't just let any stray off the street walk through our doors." I steadied myself. Looked her straight in the eyes. "I wouldn't have Ethan if he were the last man on earth." She slammed her hand on the table. "What did you just say?" I held her gaze. Not a flinch. "I said, I will never marry Ethan Hargrove."

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