Chapter 1

In my previous life, I didn't realize how much Jack Shaw hated me until the moment I died.

All because I slapped his precious first love, Chloe Quinn.

For that, he locked me in the basement for three days and nights.

I had severe claustrophobia, and in that suffocating darkness, I screamed, begged, and struggled until I finally passed out in despair.

When I woke up again, I was back to the night before my wedding to Jack.

This time, I didn't hesitate—I climbed out the window and ran.

Three years later, I saw Jack again at my best friend's wedding.

He was there with the same Chloe Quinn, the woman who had ruined me in my past life.

When Jack saw me, his eyes filled with disdain as he sneered, towering over me like he always had:

"Nina Carter, is this your new game? You think just because our horoscopes are a perfect match, I have no choice but to marry you? You ran away for three years just to play hard to get? To make me fall for you?"

He leaned in, his voice laced with arrogance.

"Let me make one thing clear: it's not going to happen. I can marry you again, but don't even think about controlling me."

"In public, you can play the part of Mrs. Shaw. But at home, you'll always be beneath Chloe."

I didn't respond.

Instead, I smiled, grabbed the arm of the man beside me—the heir of one of the most powerful families in the city—and said sweetly:

"Honey, did you hear that? Sounds like a dog barking."

The moment I called another man "honey," Jack's composure shattered. His eyes turned bloodshot as he roared:

"Nina! Weren't you desperate to be Mrs. Shaw? How dare you call someone else your husband?!"