Chapter 3

But staring at that blinding diamond, our hearts remained frozen. We were terrified of dying.

The three women who had been constantly battling me for years in the Winslow family surprisingly formed a united front. They pulled me into the living room for an urgent meeting.

One by one, they forced the ring onto their fingers.

In the end, only my finger offered the perfect, cursed fit.

Serria looked at me suspiciously. "Are you sure you were killed by him on your wedding night too?"

I rolled my eyes helplessly. "I was left riddled with holes and sent back to the Winslow family. Didn't you all see it?"

Hailey nodded frantically. "It was brutal, seriously. Not a single good piece of skin left on her body."

Chloe also sighed. "I battled Astrid for ten years, and even I felt bad for her when I saw that."

The four of us exchanged glances, then let out helpless sighs.

Serria was on the verge of a breakdown. "But if we can't produce someone tomorrow, won't he just kill us all?"

The three of them looked utterly devastated.

Suddenly, I looked up. "But it's not entirely hopeless. For example, there must be surveillance footage from that banquet, right?"

"If the person Alex is looking for isn't one of us, perhaps we can find his true beloved through the surveillance footage?"

To save our lives, we decided to act immediately. We hailed a cab and headed to the hotel where Alex had hosted the banquet.

Hailey, a master at playing the innocent victim, spun a sob story so convincing it earned us access to the surveillance footage.

As the banquet began, we were assigned a table in the corner. My father's death had wiped our name from the city's social ledger.

Serria frowned. "The prestigious corner table. How fitting."

The four of us were always at each other's throats. The toxicity was so thick, not even the most distant Winslow relative would dare join our table.

Chloe was puzzled. "And there were only four of us."

At that exact moment, Alex strode down the red carpet. His walk halted as he passed the Winslow table.

He turned precisely towards our table, a deeply doting smile on his face. He leaned to murmur something to his secretary.

His smile now felt like a predator sighting its prey.

I said in a daze, "It seems his beloved is indeed among us."

The four of us exchanged glances, seeing fear mirrored in each other's eyes.

If we didn't all possess the memories of our previous four lives, we probably wouldn't be able to make sense of it.

Hailey shivered. "If it really is one of us, then why did he use such cruel methods to kill us?"

I took a deep breath, and a singular solution suddenly flashed into my mind.

I looked at them with determination. "I might need to go to Alex's house. You all wait for my news."