“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.

When someone was about to carry the said rabbits they saw, I suddenly stepped forward and said,


Everyone looked at me and I went on to say.


"It is rare for something of this sort to happen, so let it be. It is a blessing," I explained and a teardrop slid from the left side of my eye and rolled down my cheek.


I didn't know how to feel about it but one thing was for certain….


My heart was racing fast and I had to breathe in and out as I quickly tore my gaze from my father and resumed walking down the aisle with my eyes locked onto Peter.


Peter was visibly shaken but his eyes were now on me instead of the entrance and he was frowning as if wondering how I was able to see them.


By the time I got to the altar and climbed the little flight of stairs, I stood on the left side in front of him and my eyes held his eyes through my veil and he mouthed these words, "How is it that you can see them?"


Chapter 144 - Highly unacceptable