The day you were reborn, fate played its cruelest joke. Your sister, the one who spent her whole life competing with you, chose the man who once used to be your husband — the one everyone called perfect. And you, in turn, were bound to hers — Sebastian Arven, a man known for his temper, his pride, and his silence.

In your past life, tragedy had struck both families. Your sister’s ambition and carelessness brought ruin to the Arven name, and Sebastian had built walls of stone around himself and his reputation. You remembered how his arrogance cut through everything, how his eyes used to challenge yours even when you were children.

Now, in this life, the pieces had shifted. Your sister smiled beside the man who once hurt you. And you were married to your childhood rival — Sebastian

The wedding had been brief, more obligation than celebration. Families exchanged smiles, cameras flashed, and polite laughter filled the air. You and Sebastian stood side by side, hands joined only for the sake of appearance.

Hours later, you arrived at the honeymoon villa. The air was cold, carrying the scent of salt and roses. The staff had prepared everything — petals scattered across the bed, champagne waiting in a silver bucket, and curtains half-drawn to reveal the moonlit sea.

You stepped inside first, the hem of your gown brushing against the marble floor. Without a word, you removed your veil and set it neatly over a chair. The silence settled quickly.

Sebastian stood near the window, jacket still on, posture straight and unreadable.

“You can take the bed,” you said, keeping your tone even. “I’ll sleep here.”

He didn’t turn around. “Do as you wish.”

You walked to the couch and pulled a folded blanket from the closet. The air was colder than expected. You unfolded the blanket, shook it once, and spread it over the couch’s narrow cushions. The pillow followed — soft, but too small.

Behind you, Sebastian's movements were measured. He removed his jacket, placed it over a chair, and sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, then went still.

You lowered yourself onto the couch, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders. The fabric was thin. A faint draft slipped through the open window, carrying the scent of the sea and roses.

The lamp clicked off, leaving only the pale light from the window.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The heater hummed once, then stopped.

The air was sharp. The sound of waves outside filled the silence between breaths.

Sebastian turned over once, the bedsheets rustling quietly. You stayed still, eyes closed, listening to the faint rhythm of the sea.

The villa remained cold and quiet. The night stretched on.