In my previous life, I married a hypocritical scumbag to repay him for “saving my life.”
He ruined my family, then lived happily with his true love and their children, while I was sold into the mountains and died full of resentment.
As I closed my eyes for the last time, all I could see was the neighbor next door, a tough army officer with bloodshot eyes.
When I opened them again, I had returned to the day I was eighteen, the day the scumbag “rescued” me.
The river was icy cold, and the scumbag pretended to reach out a hand.
This time, I shoved him away and threw myself into the strong arms of the man who had hurried to the riverbank after hearing what happened.
“Big Brother,” I said with a bright smile, soaked through and shivering. “This time, let me be the one to pursue you.”
His body stiffened, his eyes dark as the night.
Later, I tugged at the hem of his military uniform and whispered, “I heard... you never married in your previous life because of me?”
He pulled me into his arms, his breath scorching. “This time, you’re not getting away.”
