Reborn on my wedding day, I smiled as I toasted every guest.
At this point in my previous life, I was still moved by my husband’s heartfelt vows.
I had no idea his one true love was hiding in the lounge, waiting to deal me a fatal blow.
And the best friend I trusted most had been meticulously plotting my death since three years earlier.
This time, I’ve returned with no golden finger, only three years’ worth of memories.
Then I’ll send them to hell, one by one, with my own hands.
