I Married Others, She Regretted It

My family had an ancestral precept that the next generation of heirs had to be reborn with a beautiful and powerful woman. In my previous life, I drew Jessie Silvester. A 168cm tall Bristol lady who was extremely beautiful. She planted a garden full of roses for me and said the most touching love words to me, making me think I had found a treasure. It was not until the fifth month after our engagement that she locked me in a dog cage and forced me to watch her making love with someone else. “You know what? On the day you picked me, Tobias’s leg was broken and his parents died in a car accident. You owe him this!” On the third day, my sister jumped off the building. On the fifth day, my father was imprisoned for ‘bribery.’ On the seventh day, Jessie attended the press conference arm in arm with Tobias Russell and announced the acquisition of the company. On the ninth day, I breathed my last. Before she died, I heard her laughing softly at Tobias. “Don’t be afraid, his family’s hundreds of millions of assets will all be yours in the future.” After living a new life, I drew the most inconspicuous lot, Elliot Peter. The most famous crazy woman in Bristol circle, she was lame and disfigured. It was rumored that she burned her biological mother to death with her own hands and everyone avoided her. Later, Jessie, who was once so arrogant, knelt in front of the dog cage where I had been humiliated and kowtowed like a madman.