Chapter 1

I woke up with a start, memories of my past life flooding back. Three days after I had run away from my arranged marriage, my fiancé had committed suicide in our new home, leaving all his assets to me.

When I went to sort through his belongings, I was shocked to find walls covered in photos of me and bloodstains on the floor. His assistant told me, "The boss had loved you for many years. His depression was severe - only seeing you or thinking of you brought him some relief..."

Each revelation left me stunned, horrified, and inexplicably sad.

So this time around, when my childhood friend Lucas suggested I escape the arranged marriage again, I smiled and refused.

"I'm not running away," I said.

I wanted to see just how foolish this man who loved me so desperately could be.

Ethan died three days after I ran away from our arranged marriage in my past life.

My father and brother had just left after apologetically informing Ethan about my escape when they received news that he had slit his wrists in the mansion. He was pronounced dead at the scene.

The will he had prepared in advance left all his assets to me.

When I got the call from my brother in North America, I felt my expression slowly harden.

To me, Ethan had been a stranger who suddenly appeared demanding marriage. We had never even met before.

And yet, all the evidence suggested he had loved me deeply for many years.