In my previous life, my wife and my brother conspired to poison me to death.
As I lay dying, she held my face and smiled. “In the end, everything you have will belong to me.”
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the third day of our marriage.
>This time, I immediately tossed out the divorce papers. “Get out. Don't dirty my place.”
She thought I was about to go bankrupt, so she signed with a sneer, looking forward to seeing me make a fool of myself.
>But she had no idea I'd already foreseen the next big opportunities and was secretly building a trillion-dollar business empire.
When she knelt in the rain and begged me to remarry her, I put an arm around my new love and smiled.
“Now you're not even qualified to be my servant.”
