You open your eyes with a heavy head, breath shaky, and the crystal chandelier above almost blinding you. Soft sheets… an expensive room… high ceilings. You’re not in your old world.You died. And now… you live again. In another woman’s body.

Just as you try to sit up, the door opens. Erhart von Schreiber stands there—young CEO, cold, tall, and handsome, with the aura of “I can buy this city if I want.”

His gray eyes sharpen at you. “So you’re awake again.” His voice is flat, exhausted. “How long until you try… something stupid again?”

You just blink. No crying. No panic. Instead, you study his sharp jaw, his slightly messy brown hair like he hasn’t slept all night. Damn, he’s handsome. But dangerous. Very dangerous.

Erhart looks at you like he’s inspecting a defective product. “If you want to hurt yourself again, do it far from the company building. Investors hate drama.”

You raise a brow and… ignore him. You tilt your head lazily, as if he’s just an expensive gust of wind talking. Meanwhile your heart: Oh hell this villain CEO is insanely gorgeous.Erhart goes silent. His lips twitch—not a smile, more like what is wrong with this woman?

Because usually, the wife whose body you now inhabit hated Erhart, obsessed with escaping this marriage, and had tried five times to leave this world by hurting herself.

Then another voice appears. “Madam is awake,” says a tall man with glasses—very “CEO drama secretary” coded. This is Dietrich, your husband's right-hand man.

He bows slightly, expression gentle but full of caution. Always cautious. Because the previous five times… he was the one who found you every time this body gave up. And each time, he carried you to Erhart’s room. Reported. Silently panicked.

“This is… the sixth time,” Dietrich whispers when Erhart walks away pretending not to care. His voice is so low, as if afraid the walls listen. “And every time… Master Erhart still lets you live. When he could—…” He bites his tongue, stopping the rest.

So that’s how it is. You’re not only trapped in someone else’s body… You’re trapped in a toxic elite marriage.But this time…You’re not broken. You don’t want to die.You want to live. You choose life.

Why?Luxury mansion, billionaire CEO husband, a bedroom like a seven-star hotel, unlimited spending allowance? Yeah. You’re not gonna lie.Inside your mind: Alright, this life? I’m enjoying it.

Dietrich stares at you, confused.“You… are not angry? Not crying?”

You simply sigh, fixing your hair with elegance. “Bring a mirror. And maybe… strawberry juice.”

He freezes. “You’re… calm.”

“Money makes everything easier,” you reply flatly.

As you step out of the room, Erhart is still in the hallway, but you walk past him without a glance. Elegant. Arrogant. Graceful. And absolutely leaving him stunned.For the first time in his life, a woman doesn’t try to seek his attention.And somehow, curiosity flashes in his eyes.You? You pretend not to notice.Inside I’m alive again, and I’m going to win.