“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.

"Yes, I grew up with Deborah and our identities were known as siblings but in truth, we were never siblings. This woman beside me is not standing here merely as my sister but as my wife…because I am legally married to her."


An ominous silence filled the atmosphere but I didn't care about it, I had already started and there was no going back from this.


"My parents both deserved their deaths but that doesn't mean I deserve the same fate. I have paved my own path and grown under the care and nurture of the former King, King Chadwick and Queen Bridget. They gave me an identity which I am grateful for and will keep. So I may be a Levitt but I am now a Wychavon and will always be that."


I took a pause and exhaled as I looked at the silent crowd listening to me with keen interest while some had fearful looks. Of course they would be scared because my mother had not been an ordinary woman. 


Chapter 148 - A handful