“I know.”
Adrian was once the pride of Seattle, until an accident left him in a wheelchair. Rumors claimed his body was ruined, that he’d never have children.
But in my past life, when I tried to take my own life, it was Adrian who broke down the bathroom door, who carried me out as if possessed.
After I died, he ignored his family’s objections, dressed me in a wedding gown, and held a ceremony with my lifeless body.
Even when my lips were pale and ugly, he kissed them with devotion.
Perhaps his sincerity moved the heavens.
For I was reborn.
My father looked worried.
“Emma, are you just trying to spite Daniel? You can wait—marriage is serious. Once you choose, there’s no turning back.”
“I’m not spiting anyone. From family standing alone, the Hughes family is wealthier than ten Carters. They are far more qualified to be tied to the Scotts.”
“Otherwise, Father, you would never have placed Adrian’s photo before me.”
He nodded slowly.
“Very well. Just remember, don’t regret this.”
Regret?
The only regret would be marrying Daniel again.
In my past life, when our marriage was announced, Daniel’s true love Isabella Reed left the country that same day—and died in a plane crash.