Chapter 1

I threw myself off a cliff just to save my wife.

When I woke up, my legs were gone. I was nothing more than a crippled burden stuck in bed.

I thought putting my life on the line would prove my love. Instead, I realized her heart had always belonged to another man.

"Ethan, you look pathetic lying there," she sneered. "If I were you, I'd have killed myself already."

Day after day of torment tore me apart. I hated myself for saving such an ungrateful snake.

When I opened my eyes again, I decided to follow my heart and protect the woman who truly loved me.

And Brianna? She crawled behind me like a stray dog, begging for scraps of my mercy.

"Ethan Hayes, do you take Brianna Miller to be your lawfully wedded wife..."

The officiant's voice dragged me back to reality.

I gasped for air. Brianna stood before me in an elegant white lace gown.

I looked down at my legs. My pants weren't empty. My strength was back.

Wait. Didn't Brianna kill me? Shouldn't I be trapped in that burning house?

Was this a dream, or had I actually been given a second chance?

While I stood there in shock, Brianna pinched my arm with a venomous scowl.

"Ethan, what the hell are you doing? If you don't want to get married, just call it off!"

The sharp sting proved this wasn't a nightmare. I had actually gone back in time.

The thought of taking back control of my life brought a relieved smile to my face.

Brianna mistook it for pure joy.

She turned to the crowd with a sweet chuckle. "My husband's just a little overwhelmed with excitement. Please, carry on."

"No need," I cut in coldly. "I don't."

Before she could process my words, I stepped away from the altar.

Brianna grabbed my wrist tightly, her eyes flashing with fury.

"Ethan, what kind of joke is this? My whole family is here! Are you trying to humiliate me?"

"Why feel humiliated?" I sneered. "Just marry your real boyfriend instead. He's sitting right there in the front row. Want to borrow my tuxedo, Tyler?"

I glared straight at my assistant, Tyler Cross.

Both of their faces turned pale. Pure panic flickered in their eyes.

They were probably wondering how I knew.

"Ethan, what are you talking about?" Brianna stammered, trying to play the victim. "If you don't want to marry me, don't insult us like this! Or do you already have someone else?"

"Am I insulting you? Or do the two of you just lack basic human decency?"

Brianna raised her hand to slap me, but I caught her wrist mid-air.

Did she really think she could walk all over me again?

I pulled out my phone and held it in front of her face.

It was a crystal-clear photo of her and Tyler making out in a parked car.

"H-How did you get this?" Brianna panicked. "This is fake! Someone photoshopped it!"

Her eyes darted nervously toward Tyler, begging him to step up and defend her.

Too bad for her. Tyler was nothing but a parasite clinging to her coattails.

The only reason he even had a job at my company was because she begged me to hire him.

As for the photo? My phone had buzzed right before I stepped back. I didn't even need to look at the sender to know who it was.

Scarlett Moore. My childhood friend.

In my past life, she had sent me the exact same photo on my wedding day. Back then, I was so blinded by Brianna that I refused to believe it.