In my previous life, my younger half-sister cried and said the marquis only wanted to marry her. I believed her.
After I gave up the marriage, I was locked in a woodshed for five years, then pushed into a dry well.
Before I died, I heard her say, "Sister, that day the marquis said he wanted to marry you. He always had, from the very beginning."
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she came to me with a handkerchief, crying.
"Sister, the marquis said he only wants to marry me..."
I wiped away her tears and smiled. "All right."
Then I turned and walked into my father's study. "Father, it's been three years since Stepmother passed away. It's time for you to remarry. How about marrying Second Sister's birth mother?"
On the wedding day, my half-sister watched as I donned the scarlet wedding gown and knelt beside her biological father to perform the wedding rites. At last, she went mad.
But she didn't know this was only the beginning.
In my previous life, you made me kneel as I died. In this life, I'll make you kneel and watch.
