

Lily Sterry was a wealthy heiress disregarded by her family. She married Yoel Simpson, a rich heir, due to a arranged marriage. But Mindy Soal schemed to frame Lily because Mindy wanted to be with Yoel. This made Yoel to mistakenly believe Lily cheated on him. Amidst the entangled love and hatred in this intangible battle, Lily faced immense pressure from both the Simpson and Sterry families with unwavering resilience. Through her relentless efforts, she eventually exposed Mindy's conspiracies. However, by the time Yoel Learned the truth, he was full of regret, but it was too late. Having endured misunderstandings, betrayal, and amnesia, Lily finally regained her strength. She moved abroad and started a new chapter in her life with her two children and achieved great success in the medical field.

In her past life, Vivian Walker forced Isaac Lowe to marry her, only to live in loneliness and regret. On her deathbed, deceived by Isaac's first love, Gigi Smith, she died believing he had never cared for her. But when Vivian opens her eyes again, she's back forty years in the past—right at the moment she threw away her future for Isaac. This time, she doesn't think twice. With a deep breath, she tears up the withdrawal form, choosing herself and the life she deserves.

My husband and I were the two people who hated each other most in this world. He hated me for tearing him away from the woman he loved. And I hated him because that his heart remained occupied by another woman. For eight years of marriage, the words we spoke to each other most often were not love, nor duty, but curses. Yet on the day the city fell, everything changed, the enemy banners were already visible beyond the inner gate. He rode ahead and took the road, putting his body between the enemy and my escape. “Live,” he said quietly. Then he raised his blade and did not look back. Arrows came like rain. As they tore into him, he turned his head once—only once— After that, his body held the road,and nothing passed. “If there is another life…may Your Highness grant me the mercy to belong to her.” That night, with the city in ruins and the people either dead or fleeing, I climbed the highest tower of the palace. I leapt. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the king. “The northern kingdoms require a royal bride,” I said. “I will go.” This lifetime, I will be the one to cross the border. In my previous life, he died believing he had failed her. This time, I will not allow that regret to exist. I will take the marriage meant for her. I will carry the crown meant to exile her. I will walk into a future she should never have to endure. Let her stay. Let him protect her. Let him live his life believing he has finally kept his promise.