After Rebirth, I Refused to Be the Hades's Queen

I spent ten years making Hades a king — and he called me Sister the whole time. When he crowned another woman his queen, I died with his promise on my lips: "Next life, I'll make you mine." The Fates gave me that next life. So when I stood on the temple balcony and threw the sacred apple — I let it fall past him. It landed in the arms of a homeless stranger named Ares. Hades never saw that coming. Neither did I.