..Saw my hubby, but I was in another woman's body, and this time he wasn't my husband, his uncle was. ~ A voice suddenly cut through the silence. “Oh my goodness, you're finally awake Mrs. Blackwood!” Mrs Blackwood? That was.. I tried to speak, but my voice was a mere whisper. The nurse, a kind faced woman with a warm smile, helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. As I sipped, fragments of memories began to resurface. A car crash.. screams? and Kenneth's face? But why couldn't I put two and two together? "Can you help me to the toilet?" I asked the nurse, my voice still weak. The nurse nodded and assisted me out of bed and my legs trembled beneath me as I walked, unaccustomed to bearing my weight after such a long time of bederiding Once in the bathroom, I stared at the mirror, expecting to see my own reflection but the face staring back at me was unfamiliar, younger and prettier. A jolt of fear immediately coursed through me. Who was this person? "Mrs. Victoria Blackwood?” I heard the nurse call out from behind and it dawned on me.. that name belonged to Alexander Blackwood's wife, my husband's uncle! A wave of panic washed over me. What was happening? Why was I in this body? I stumbled backward, the nurse catching me by my waist. "Steady Mrs. Blackwood. You're still recovering." But I wasn't recovering. I was lost. Trapped in a stranger's life.

"You won't do it." His voice was teasing. “You love me too much.” With a disappointed sigh, she drove the knife into his guts. Blood gushed from his stomach and from the corner of his mouth—but his smirk still stayed. "Aha.. So you can do it.” He coughed. “God, you’re making hard again.” “You’re very disgusting.” She replied, twisting the blade further into him, making his knees buckle. “And rather slow to die, it seems.” Before he could reply— “Mommy?” Both heads snapped toward the voice. Their daughter stood by the doorway, dressed in a black tutu, her face blank as she held her stuffed rabbit in one hand and a half-eaten croissant in the other. The man smiled, blood on his teeth. “Hey, princess.” The little girl tilted her head. “Are you guys playing again?” “Yeah baby.” The lady said, dragging the knife out. “Just a game.” The little girl's eyes shifted down to the bloodied blade in her mother's hand. “Is that a real knife?” She asked, looking back at her mommy. The lady let out a strained laugh. “Oh no, no, no, sweetheart.” She walked forward, crouching down to her daughter's level. “Why would I play with a real knife?" The girl's eyes shifted back to her daddy, still slumped against the wall, blood trailing from his mouth and smiling like a lunatic who enjoyed being maimed. He gave her a lazy wink. “Best playdate ever.” She blinked. “I want to play too.” The lady straightened. “Oh? No no baby, it's an adult's ga—" The little girl stepped aside, holding her arms out like she was offering a gift. “Come stab me next, Mommy.”

"I'll make sure I kill you and feed your remains to the dogs!" "Don't worry, you'll stop the hallucination soon, and we can finally fall in love." ‡‡ Arielle was stabbed to death by her mother, because she was deemed an obstacle standing in the way of her husband’s and sister’s affair. The irony. But fate had other plans. Arielle wakes up—three years before her gruesome death. And this time? Her useless past self would not be trampled on. Not anymore. Her mother, her sister—everyone who had belittled her would all pay, but first? That bastard—Wilhelm Moore. The cold, untouchable world-class-actor who had crushed her father, leaving him bankrupt, and with nothing left to fund his surgery, her father had died. Wilhelm. Fucking. Moore. God, his name infuriated her. She knows him, but he doesn’t know her. Which means revenge won’t be easy. To get close enough to ruin him, she had to rise in status, transform herself into someone he can’t ignore—something no one could. So, she refines her beauty, builds her confidence. She trains her body, her expressions—until she’s the kind of woman he would fall for. And then? She makes him fall and she marries him. All so she could rip him apart from the inside. And that? Oh she did. She made sure to strip him of everything he owned, every single penny. Made sure his name was soiled, dragging his reputation through endless scandals. And once she was done, the once-world-class billionaire actor was left, homeless. ‡‡ "Why are you doing this? I loved you for goodness' sake!" "Just trying to give my father the best departing gift—your damnation. Herndon Vale, does that name ring a bell, Mr. Moore?" "Mr. Vale? You mean, the man whose surgery I sponsored?!"