Before my wedding to my childhood sweetheart, he got my half-sister pregnant, so I called off the engagement.
Unwilling to give up the vast fortune my mother had left me, he arranged for someone to catch us in a compromising state, our clothes in disarray.
I was forced to become his secondary consort.
My half-sister framed me for causing the death of her unborn child, and my childhood sweetheart came to hate me to the core.
He locked me in a dark cell and tortured and humiliated me.
Later, my half-sister and I fell into the hands of rebels, and he chose her again.
The rebels threw me from the city tower, and my body was left mangled beyond recognition...
When I got another chance at life, on the night my childhood sweetheart set me up, I threw myself into the arms of his imperial elder brother, the Crown Prince, without hesitation.
The man who had despised and hated me in my previous life gritted his teeth and crushed the wine cup in his hand when the Crown Prince ordered him to call me sister-in-law...
