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When my mother inquired about my preference for our family's alliance marriage, I didn't hesitate—but this time, I didn't select Kendra Jewett.
Instead, I opted for Rosie Jewett, her beloved aunt.
My mother was completely perplexed. Everyone in Cavendale was aware that Kendra and I had grown up together. I had spent ten years pursuing her, convinced she was my one true love. I had once declared, with absolute certainty, that I would wed no one but her in this life.
A rueful grin played on my lips as recollections rushed back—memories of vows and affection that seemed unbreakable.
A rueful grin played on my lips as memories of my previous existence came flooding back. After wedding Kendra, she never once permitted me to be intimate with her. I had persuaded myself it was due to some deep-rooted trauma, a hidden wound she was too frightened to face. I believed I could mend it, that love would heal her.
But everything crumbled on our 50th wedding anniversary. I accidentally stumbled upon the sole room she had kept locked away from everyone. The walls were adorned with photographs of my cousin.
That instant cut through me like a blade—she wasn't averse to intimacy. She simply didn't love me.
With the pain of that realization still fresh, I vowed to myself that I would rewrite the ending in this life. I would provide her with the love she desired, the love I couldn't give her before.
But as I approached Rosie, dressed in my wedding attire, Kendra's face turned ashen, her eyes wide with disbelief. And then, it occurred. She broke. Her mind slipped into insanity before my very eyes.

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As I finished speaking, I turned to face Rosie, our eyes meeting as I slipped the ring onto her finger. The instant seemed to stretch on endlessly.


Then, with everyone watching—Kendra included—I drew close and kissed Rosie, cementing my lifelong commitment to her.


Kendra remained motionless, her jaw slack, her world shattering around her. Her body shook as her injuries reopened from the strain, and she fell to the floor, lying in a pool of her own blood.


Even after Rosie and I exchanged our vows, Kendra's resentment showed no signs of diminishing.


She tore through the Jewett family, causing uproar and mayhem before departing from the corporation, intent on creating her own empire.


She proclaimed with burning resolve that someday, she would conquer Rosie and claim me as her own.


However, her abilities were as superficial as her aspirations. Without the Jewett family's backing or connections, she soon realized she was fighting an uphill battle.


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