On my wedding day, my groom turned out to be his brother, who had been dead for three years.
Everyone said I was the Gu family’s most lowly substitute bride. The Gu family was the richest in Jiangcheng, but no one knew this marriage concealed a deadly secret. When Gu Xicheng pinned me to the wedding bed, his hand around my throat and his fingertips brushing the rose tattoo on my collarbone, he asked, “Su Wan, who are you really?”
Three months earlier, he had personally signed our prenuptial agreement, never realizing the last page had been written in invisible ink: “If I can’t get a divorce, I’ll kill my husband and ascend to immortality.”
In my seventh year as someone else’s stand-in for his unattainable first love, I tore that pure white wedding dress to shreds with my own hands. This time, I’ll make the entire Gu family pay for that fire.
