Chapter 1

On my wedding day, my best friend Marcus sent me a sex tape of him and my wife, Isla.

Furious, I ignored Isla's desperate pleas.

I turned and left, moving to another city with my friend Clara.

Isla, with her extreme and obsessive personality, was so enraged she put out a global manhunt for us both.

In the end, unable to find work, I died sick in a basement apartment.

On my deathbed, Marcus looked down at me from above.

"Lucas, you're such a fool. That video I sent you? AI-generated. And you actually believed it?"

"Perfect. Now that you're dead, Isla will only marry me!"

He laughed triumphantly. Understanding everything at last, I wanted to slap him, but my arm fell weakly.

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn!

Seeing that intimate video in front of me again, I truly realized I had been reborn.

The embarrassingly explicit sounds echoed in the room. I studied the video carefully and finally spotted what was wrong.

Marcus had left too many flaws in his work---he'd even forgotten to remove the AI watermark in the bottom right corner.

In my past life, I'd been too angry to notice this crucial detail.

Isla thought I'd abandoned her and fallen for Clara. She went after us relentlessly, trying to make me give in.

I was stubborn too. Even at death's door, I refused to yield or even ask her about it.

That's how Marcus found his opening, successfully infiltrating high society and living the life of luxury he craved!

Reborn, I would never let him manipulate me again!

The wedding proceeded as planned. Under the officiant's direction, Isla and I exchanged rings and kissed, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Below the stage, Marcus watched with such jealousy that his fists clenched tight, his nails digging into his flesh without him even noticing.

Seeing the ceremony nearing its end, Marcus couldn't sit still any longer.

The moment I stepped off the stage, Marcus frantically pulled me aside.

He said excitedly:

"Lucas! You two can't be together!"

"She's a cheater! You can't marry her!"

"You haven't signed the marriage certificate yet---break up with her now! Or you'll regret it later!"

He put on a serious expression, acting like he had my best interests at heart.

I straightened the hem of my suit jacket and said coolly:

"Oh? You know my wife better than I do?"

Marcus didn't catch the sarcasm in my words and continued:

"Of course! You're my best friend. Anyone who wants to marry you has to pass my inspection first, right?"

He leaned close and whispered in my ear:

"Lucas! You have to believe me! She's a bad woman!"

"Did you watch the video I sent you earlier?"

I shook my head with feigned surprise.

"Huh? Video? What video?"

"I was busy getting married to my wife. I didn't have time to check my phone."

Hearing this, Marcus looked like he'd had an epiphany.

He pulled out his phone from his bag, held it in front of me, and personally opened it for me to see.

"Here, watch it now!"

"After you see it, you'll know I'm right!"

Just as the video started playing, Isla called out from the doorway.

"Honey, you two have been in there long enough, haven't you?"

"Today's our wedding day. If you stay any longer, I'm going to get jealous!"

Her tone was full of playful resentment.

I smiled and replied:

"Alright, I'll be right out!"

Then I looked at Marcus with a teasing smile and said:

"Well, Marcus, I don't need you recording these private moments for me."

"Isla and I are already quite familiar with each other."

With that, I winked at him and walked toward the door.