By Our Third Lives, Neither of Us Will Marry

My younger sister and I fought over Gu Chengzhou for ten years.

In my first life, I got my wish and married him.

After we married, he treated me like a treasure. Everyone said he was madly in love with me.

Then, on our first wedding anniversary, he beat me half to death while I was pregnant.

Only as I was closing my eyes did he tell me the truth.

“Who told you to wear a red dress?”

“To be honest, you weren’t the one I wanted to marry. Since you threw yourself at me, I decided to do you a favor.”

“I never thought you’d be stupid enough to wear that color.”

I bled to death, taking two lives with me.

In my second life, I pushed the invitation from the Gu family toward my sister.

“You go. You’re the one he loves.”

I thought the lovers would finally end up together this time.

But six months later, an assistant delivered a huge dog cage. Inside was my sister, her face mangled beyond recognition by a Tibetan mastiff.

With her last bit of strength, she grabbed me and broke down sobbing.

“Sis, Gu Chengzhou doesn’t love me. I’m not the one he wants to marry, either.”

“He said the only thing I have going for me is my good memory, so he makes me recite nine thousand family rules to him every day.”

“If I so much as stumble over a word, he makes me suffer for it.”

“Yesterday I accidentally recited one rule wrong. If the assistant hadn’t risked his life to save me, the Tibetan mastiff would have eaten me alive.”

When I opened my eyes again, it was my third life.

My sister and I stared at the marriage alliance agreement from the Gu family, our faces pale with fear.

Just who was this man trying to marry?