Chapter 1

At the request of my best friend Lydia Moore, I found myself navigating the complexities of a world where love came after marriage, tasked with winning over one of two brothers. Lydia chose to marry the gentle painter Vincent West, while I opted for his dark and enigmatic younger brother, Dylan West.

Three years later, I became the president's wife of West Group, draped in clothes worth millions of dollars and surrounded by luxury cars and mansions. Lydia, however, found herself caring for Vincent who had given up his inheritance and now walked with a limp, struggling with daily life.

When Lydia approached me, asking me to get divorced together, I refused. Before I could explain, she grasped my hand and pulled me to jump off a building together.

When I opened my eyes again, we were back at the moment of making a choice. This time, she didn't hesitate for a second and decided to pursue the younger brother.

Great! This lifetime, I could finally choose to enjoy my life to the fullest.

At the West family banquet, my best friend Lydia, dressed modestly, entered with Vincent, who walked with a limp. I, on the other hand, was adorned in jewels, sitting next to Dylan, exuding sophistication.

Lydia's gaze settled on me, her eyes flickering with undefined emotions. "It's been a long time. Can we catch up?"

I nodded, and we made our way to the penthouse of the villa.

She locked her eyes on mine, demanding with urgency, "Megan, after all these years, why haven't you visited? Not even a phone call?"

"It's complicated. I wanted to see you, but..."

Before I could finish, she grabbed my hand, pleading, "Megan, I want a divorce. Let's do this together? The System says if you get divorced too, I can escape this world. I really can't care for that crippled loser any longer."

Hope ignited within me as I asked, "If you leave, can I too?"

She hesitated and replied, "You'll have to wait for the next traveler to arrive..."

I shook my head firmly. "You dragged me into this game for the thrill, and now that you want to leave, you expect to abandon me?"

In a shocking twist, she seized my hand and pulled me backward. "Then let's die together!"

I felt a sharp pain before darkness enveloped me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment of choice.

Next to me, Lydia was gleefully addressing the System, "I choose to marry Dylan." She winked at the stoic Dylan, who remained unreadable.

"Megan, what about you?"

With a gentle smile, I replied, "I'll marry Vincent."

At that moment, Vincent was still uninjured, standing tall and handsome, offering me a brief nod.

The System said, "Choices are final and cannot be changed."

That day, a butler took us to obtain our marriage licenses. At the West Manor, their mother, Fiona West, delivered a stern lecture. "From now on, you are part of the West family. If not for the betrothal your ancestors arranged, your backgrounds wouldn't even qualify you to serve us. Behave yourselves."

Her eyes narrowed at Lydia. "Especially you—being the president's wife of West Group isn't easy."

With excitement, Lydia replied, "No problem!"

After the lecture, I headed back to Vincent's current apartment while Lydia remained at the West Manor. As I observed her urging me out the door, I kindly warned, "Fiona seems tough; be careful."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Don't dawdle, just go back!" she replied, waving me off impatiently.

I glanced back at the West Manor, its opulent architecture shining in the light, the tall gates towering over me.

The driver took me to Vincent's apartment. Upon entering, I found the design simple yet warm, sunlight pouring through the glass and filling the space with golden warmth.

"Ms. Fox, Mr. Vincent West is currently busy with art training and may not return for a while. He said you can make yourself comfortable."