Chapter 1

At my engagement banquet, my fiancé’s foster sister, Lily Grant, suddenly went onstage.

She smiled and said she wanted to play the full record of my love story and growth with my fiancé.

The big screen lit up.

My face appeared, but it was with three different men.

The whole room exploded.

My fiancé, Ethan Blake, looked at me with a stormy face.

Lily hid behind the crowd and gave me a taunting smile.

My mom was so furious she had a stroke, and she never made it back.

My motel records from “hooking up” with men spread wildly online.

My company was boycotted and reported; I was doxxed and blocked at the company entrance, cursed at as a slut.

In the end, public opinion forced me to the rooftop of the 32nd floor.

After I died, my soul stayed in the world.

I watched the police finally catch the real mastermind—Lily Grant.

She used AI to swap my face into porn videos, then doctored images to fake hotel records.

The funniest part was that just as the police were about to arrest her.

My fiancé stood in front of her and forgave her in my name as my “family.”

“She was just confused for a moment. It’s a family matter. I’ll go home and teach her a good lesson.”

That night, he really did “teach” Lily a lesson—straight into bed.

“Ethan, I just can’t stand seeing you be good to Ava! You can only be good to me!”

“Fine, I’ll only be good to you!”

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the night before the engagement.

My phone had just received a message from Lily:

“Ms. Ava, for tomorrow’s engagement banquet, I’ve prepared a gift for you that you’ll never forget.”

The light from my phone screen stabbed painfully at my eyes.

Lily’s message was still sitting in the chat box, every word like a knife.

“Ms. Ava, for tomorrow’s engagement banquet, I’ve prepared a gift for you that you’ll never forget.”

I stared at those words, my fingertips going cold.

In my last life, I thought it was a kind gesture from my future sister-in-law.

I even stupidly replied, “Thanks, Lily. I’m looking forward to it.”

What I got in return was my mom’s stroke, my ruin, and the wind howling in my ears as I jumped from the rooftop.

I took a deep breath and typed a line on the screen:

“Really? I’ve prepared a big gift for you too.”

Send.

The other side stayed quiet for a few seconds, then sent back a sweet smiling face.

My fingers dug into my palm.

It hurt, it really hurt!

But the pain felt great.

I knew I was alive again.

I picked up my phone and dialed a number.

“Logan, help me check someone.”

Logan was my senior in college and also a partner in my company.

There was a two-second silence on the other end.

“Who?”

“Lily Grant. Ethan’s foster sister. I want all her social accounts, bank transactions, and her whereabouts over the past three months.”

“Also, help me find a guy named Tyler. He should be doing short-video editing in New York.”

Logan didn’t ask why.

“Before tomorrow’s engagement banquet.”

“No need,” I said. “The banquet will go on as planned. I need one more favor.”

I told him my plan.

There was a long silence on the other end.

“You’re sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay. I’ll arrange it.”

After hanging up, I opened my computer.

I logged into an email account I hadn’t used in a long time.

Inside was something I had saved three years ago—every chat record between Ethan and Lily.

Back then, Ethan said this was his work email and asked me to help organize it.

I didn’t think much of it.

But God let me see the truth before I died.

And let me remember the password after I was reborn.

I downloaded everything.

Then I replied to Lily:

“Thanks, Lily. Looking forward to tomorrow’s surprise.”

Send.

I watched the words “Read” light up on the screen.

A curve lifted at the corner of my mouth.

Lily, see you tomorrow.

You’ll find out what a real surprise looks like.