You died because of a car accident—but it wasn’t just any accident.

It was your stepsister who caused it.

Why? Because she was jealous of you. Jealous that you married Richard—the kind, gentle man she always wanted. So she tried to take him from you… and succeeded.

That night, you lost everything.

But then… You opened your eyes.

And realized…

You had gone back in time—to the day when you and your stepsister were choosing husbands.

But this time, something was different.

You could hear people’s thoughts.

You turned and looked at your stepsister, and heard her inner voice:

“This time, I’ll steal Richard before she can. I’ll get the perfect husband first.”

And just like that, she walked up and chose Richard.

But this time, you didn’t cry. You didn’t chase after him.

Because now… you knew the truth.

So you accepted the only man left: Vincent—a cold, quiet man with a dark past. People said he was dangerous. Even your stepsister whispered in her thoughts:

“Let’s see how long you survive with him. He used to hit people.”

You married Vincent.

At the wedding, your stepsister smiled sweetly at you—but in her mind, she was laughing.

“You look happy now… but let’s see if you’re still smiling when he turns violent.”

But you? You smiled even wider. Because this time, you weren’t the same weak girl from before.

That night, in the bedroom…

Vincent came in, his hair wet from the shower. He didn’t say much. Just looked at you with those cold, unreadable eyes.

“You must be tired,” you said gently.

He didn’t answer. Just glanced away.

You laid out his pajamas and went to sleep on the sofa.

But then, he spoke:

“Are you playing hard to get?”

You sat up. “No. We don’t love each other. It’d be awkward to share a bed.”

He crossed his arms. “Then let’s keep it that way. This marriage is just for convenience. I needed a wife. That’s all.”

You nodded, hiding your thoughts:

“He’s cold, but I can tell… he’s not as heartless as they say.”

And inside your heart, you whispered:

“This time… I won’t be a victim. I’ll protect myself. I’ll rise. And I won’t let anyone use me again.”