He Pushed Me to Death, So I Came Back for Revenge

I married a “disabled” man for my sister’s benefit, fought for him for seven years, and lost an eye in the process.

But when danger came, he stood up—fully capable—and sent me to my death.

Reborn, I see every mask clearly: my sister’s softness, my father’s bias, my husband’s betrayal.

This time, I bow to no one.

Marriage swaps, broken engagements—let them try.

I will make them choke on every choice they once forced on me.

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I stared at the people before me, hatred seeping from my very bones.