The photos revealed Tristan in intimate situations with various women, arms entwined, kisses shared, shirts half-off. Evidence of his indulgent, chaotic private life.
Each image had been purchased at great expense.
In my previous life, Tristan hadn’t taken his life because of me. He ended it out of sheer terror, after being blackmailed with these exact photos and receiving a devastating medical diagnosis.
I’d cleaned up his mess back then. I had even paid those women off, trying to protect his so-called legacy.
What I hadn’t known was that he had left behind a suicide note, one that blamed everything on me.
“If Lucas hadn’t ruined our wedding, I could have stayed by your side… We could’ve lived happily as a family of three. I hope in the next life, I can meet you and the child again. Sienna, please forgive my cowardice.”
That note shattered everything. Sienna blamed me for his death. In her twisted grief, she tied me up, doused me in gasoline and set me on fire.
But this life… this life will be different. Let’s see without my extreme yang constitution to protect her whether Sienna can even survive past twenty-five.