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"You better stop the fucking prank, woman, and just pick up your phone and call your alpha! Otherwise, I will press the damn button and blow you up,"  A man with a very ugly-looking scar on his face said menacingly, holding a time bomb remote control in his hand and shaking it back and forth before a woman.

 In the last moment of her death, Rose looked into her heart and cried bitterly.
"If I had a second chance, Rolan, I would never have agreed to marry you. I would never have had hopes in you." _____

On the day of her sister's wedding, Rose found herself thrust into an unexpected role as the bride when her sister failed to show up. Marrying a man who had loved her sister for three years, Rose held onto the fragile hope that he might one day care for her. But her dreams of love quickly crumbled—he ignored her, treated her coldly, and never gave her the attention she longed for.

Even at her lowest, when Rose’s life hung by a thread, he was nowhere to be found, choosing instead to enjoy his time with her sister. Rose’s heart shattered as she took her final breath, consumed by betrayal and despair.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in her younger self—not before the wedding, but on the very same day she was meant to die. This time, Rose vowed to rewrite her story. She would stop loving him, leave him behind, and refuse to let herself be caught in their web of betrayal again.

But the peaceful life Rose planned never came to be. Against all odds, she discovered she was pregnant—carrying his child. Now bound together by this unbreakable link, Rose must face the man she once loved, all while trying to guard her heart.

Why is he chasing her now? Why wasn’t he with her sister when she ran away and left him? Why does he seem desperate to win her back when all she wants is to stay far away?

The Substitute Bride Is Reborn and  Loves Her Husband No more

"Rose, why didn't you give me my food?" Rolan asked, looking at her in frustration.

Rose responded calmly, "Did you give me anything to prepare for you? I only made food for me and my child to eat... I mean, Zara child," she corrected herself midway.

Rolan stared at her, pretending he hadn't heard her slip. "I need food to survive, Rose. Give me something to eat."

He had missed her cooking all these years. He really wanted to eat the food she made, but here she was, refusing to give him anything.

"Go feed yourself. Don't you know how to cook? You can make your own food," Rose replied, almost grinning.

She liked the expression on his face—he looked like an angry kitten about to go on a rampage. She didn't realize the danger brewing or how serious he was.

Rolan leaned closer, smirking. "Well, if you don't give me food... I'm going to eat you for breakfast."

She was stupid