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Everyone in the werewolf circles says I'm the weakest Luna. Alexander, the Alpha of Shadow Fang Pack who I was arranged to marry, cheated on me. His mistress posted a photo of them kissing on social media to provoke me. Not only did I like their post. I even commented: "A perfect match. Congratulations to the newlyweds." Alexander told me: "Her grandfather is sick. He wants to see her wedding before he dies." I still smiled and nodded in agreement. Only because in my previous life, unable to bear his infidelity, I ran to the wedding to cause a scene. To punish me, Alexander had a group of Rogues break into Silver Crest Pack and kill my parents. I was also sent to a mental hospital by him, tortured until I became insane. So living again, I no longer hope for his love. Every time he cheats, I transfer a portion of his assets. Soon, he'll have nothing left. "I trust you." I looked at Alexander, my tone calm. Hearing this, Alexander scrutinized my expression carefully. Seeing that I truly showed no signs of anger, his furrowed brows finally relaxed. He smiled and pulled me into his arms: "Nina, I'm glad you understand. That human girl just loves to play around, and with her grandfather gravely ill, I really had no choice." I obediently leaned into his embrace, but inside I sneered. In my previous life, because I didn't understand his "no choice," I went and caused a huge scene. To vent Vivian's anger, he had a group of Rogues break into Silver Crest Pack. My father, the Alpha of Silver Crest Pack, and my mother, the Luna, were both killed in that tragedy. And I was forcibly sent to a mental hospital by him. My wolf was tortured until it was barely alive, and I became a madwoman. Vivian would occasionally visit me, nestling in Alexander's arms, mocking me like a dog. In the end, I died on a cold winter night. So from the first day of my rebirth, I began planning to transfer the assets under his name. Because my father had long seen that Alexander wasn't loyal, worried he would betray me. So before marriage, he forced Alexander to sign a prenuptial agreement. As long as Alexander showed any signs of infidelity, I could manage a portion of his assets on his behalf. This agreement was legally recognized. And now, it had already taken effect. Alexander was completely unaware of this, still talking to himself: "Oh right, today is our seventh anniversary." "I'll definitely make it up to you. I promise, tonight absolutely no one will disturb us again." He raised his hand solemnly to swear. I nodded and obediently said: "Okay, I'll listen to you." Seeing how understanding I was, Alexander was in a great mood. Over the next few hours, he began preparing intensively. I heard him on the balcony making phone calls, his voice very low. "I want the best seat in the restaurant... yes, one where we can see the city's night view..." "Is the billboard ready? It must cover the whole city... it's a surprise for her..." Watching his busy figure, I felt a bit dazed. I almost thought the Alexander from years ago who loved me had returned. Looking away, I took out my computer and opened the operation interface. Because of that social media post, Alexander, you've already used up one chance. Within just a few minutes, I received a notification of information changes. All the mansions and vehicles under Alexander's name. The property rights had all been transferred to the trust fund I had set up in advance. These assets combined were worth over five hundred million dollars. I picked up the coffee on the table that had long gone cold and took a sip. The bitter taste spread through my mouth, yet it made me feel incredibly clear-headed and satisfied.