On the eve of the wedding, I was reborn.
In a previous life, my fiancé and my best friend got me drunk, locked me in a car and drowned me.
They said: "We organized your wedding for you."
I recorded the room opening records (12 times, all paid by me), the equity transfer agreement (I was in the hospital on the day they signed it), and screenshots of their chats ("When she dies, the company will be ours")——
All were put into urns and brought to the wedding venue.
The priest asked me, "Would you like that?"
I smiled and pressed the projection switch: "I don't want to. But I suggest all guests to take a look at these."
I sent the wedding invitations and prepared the urn.
At this wedding, someone is bound to leave on their knees.
After being reborn, I will not be a victim, only a hunter.
The first prey - already at the wedding venue.
Cool, cool, cool