His Wife by Fate, His Ruin by Choice

The richest man in the capital, Victor Lane, had been chasing me for five years, but I never even glanced at him. Because to him, I was just one of many “blind box” wives he planned to collect. As long as you were chosen on the eve of his wedding, you’d become the richest man’s wife. And I knew without a doubt, I was bound to be picked. I had already died once. In my previous life, I was the chosen bride, the one everyone envied. On our wedding day, he got drunk and missed a call from his adopted sister, the only woman he truly loved and mourned when she died suddenly, Julia Watson. That night, she died of a heart attack. The next morning, he dragged me to the morgue, grabbed my hair and forced me to kneel down a thousand times before her body. “Why did you tamper with the lottery? You knew I loved Julia! If I had drawn the empty lot, I could have married her! She died crying, clutching your wedding dress, her dress! She should have been the one I married!” “You were just a tool to make Julia jealous. Do you think you’re worthy to stand beside me?” Victor’s voice was cold and sharp as he glared at me. He poured all his grief and anger onto me, blaming me for everything. He had my fingers crushed because I wore the ring meant for Julia. He stripped me and threw me into the river because I wore her wedding dress. In the end, he nailed me into a coffin, his coffin and buried me alive. When I opened my eyes again, my body was whole, but it ached for five long years. This time, I vowed to change everything. I switched the blind boxes’ order so he would inevitably draw the empty lot. From then on, they could hate or love each other as much as they wanted, but it wouldn’t concern me anymore.