In my previous life, my first love, convinced I wasn't pure, joined forces with his mistress to torment me in unspeakable ways.
They tormented me so badly that I became mentally unstable and fell into depression. Not long after, I took my own life due to depression.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at my 25th birthday party.
And the first thing I did was call off my engagement with my childhood sweetheart, Ashley Donovan.
When my father asked me who I wanted to marry, my eyes passed over him and landed on Harold Gabbard—the guy who pushed me into a pit when I was six, causing my lower body to bleed uncontrollably.
“Dad, I want to marry Harold.”
I glanced at the man slouched casually in the distance and let a faint smile curl my lips.
The damage he caused—of course, he's the one who should pay for it.
