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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?

A/N: hope you enjoy

The Substitute Bride Is Reborn and  Loves Her Husband No more

The soft click of the hospital door opening sent a jolt through Rose's body. Her eyes snapped toward it, her heart hammering in her chest.

She just looked at Tobi's small face—his peaceful expression as he slept. His breathing was slow, steady—but fragile. Too fragile.

So she rose carefully, her movements swift but silent, and made her way to the door. Her fingers hesitated on the handle for a split second before she pulled it open.

He looked… the same. Handsome, confident—like time had barely touched him. Unlike her.

But Rose refused to let her eyes linger.

She didn't acknowledge the sharp cut of his jaw, the slight scruff on his chin, or the way his shirt stretched over broad shoulders.

She didn't let herself feel anything.

Her voice came out cold. "Let's go to the restroom and talk."

silent pleas