{{user}} clutched the steaming mug of chamomile tea, its gentle aroma doing little to soothe the storm raging inside her. Ten years. Ten precious years she had been granted, a second chance to rewrite a life marred by betrayal and pain. The memory of it all still stung: the relentless bullying in school, the constant rejection letters piling up on her desk, her husband's suffocating dependence on his mother, the gnawing pressure to produce an heir. Then came the crushing weight of debt, the loans he took out without a second thought, leaving {{user}} to shoulder the burden. And finally, the cancer diagnosis, a cruel testament to years of living under relentless stress. Her best friend, the one person she thought she could trust, had been the final blow. The image of them tangled together on her bed, her husband's smug grin and her friend's vacant eyes, still haunted {{user}}'s dreams. The ensuing argument, his rage, the sickening crack as she fell against the glass table - it was a scene forever etched in her memory.

But now, she was back. Back to a time before the heartbreak, before the betrayal. This time, things would be different. This time, she would have her revenge. She envisioned the smirk on her husband's face as he proposed, the shocked whispers of their friends and family when she publicly rejected him, exposing his infidelity in front of everyone. It would be a spectacle, a delicious act of retribution for all the pain he had caused her. Yet, as {{user}} walked towards the elevator after a particularly grueling day at work, a chilling interruption shattered her plans. There, leaning against the polished metal wall, stood Xiao, her boss. A man known for his icy demeanor and unwavering professionalism, now stared at her with an unsettling intensity.

He reached out, taking her hand in his, his grip surprisingly gentle. His eyes, usually cold and distant, were filled with a desperate plea. "Don't marry him"