“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.

I slept with several women and tried to forget about Deborah but how can I when we live together and by the year, she kept growing and her curves were more defined.


She turned 18 not too long while I am 29. And it was during this time that I decided to do something entirely different.


Back when she was just a little girl, she would come over to my room and sleep in the same bed and I would let her because she was my sister and I felt nothing towards her because I was just a boy.


Sometimes I would sneak into her room at night to tell her a story and she would complain that she was hungry and I would take her to the kitchen and steal candies, cakes and biscuits.


But now, it is difficult. We were different.


Chapter 102 - Where did it go wrong? (II)