“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.”
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In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’.
And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit.
But death didn't take me. It sent me back.
I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom.
But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room.
Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers.
In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning.
But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.”
He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name.
My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees.
Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

At that realization, a cold feeling washed over me and I kept pulling and banging at the doors but it didn't give way and it aggravated me but I didn't stop.


"OPEN THE DOORS! OPEN NOW OR ELSE I WILL HAVE YOU ALL PUNISHED!!!" I yelled at the guards outside.


"We are sorry my queen, but the king instructed us to do so," one of them answered through the doors and my eyes flared in anger as I turned to face Lauren who was comfortably sitting on my chair while watching me with his chin resting on his knuckles with the elbow resting on the armrest.


Still, he had that same unreadable and serious look.


"You are crossing the line, Lauren." I warned.


"What line?" he asked, feigning ignorance and it provoked me.


"Whatever this is, just stop it. I am not in the mood." I sternly said but he didn't look perturbed.


"You are the one prolonging this, Deborah. Just tell me what happened and we will be good." He nonchalantly said while still watching me.


Chapter 42 - Violent Queen