My parents blamed me for everything. They called me a curse and severed ties. Sienna turned on me too. On the anniversary of Tristan’s death, she locked me in a room and set it on fire. But death wasn't the end for me. I awoke, gasping, burned memories still raw on the very day fate had gone wrong. Time had rewound and I was given one more chance.
“A sacred bloodline match? What a joke! You’re just after the Langford name and fortune!”
“I’m pregnant with Tristan’s child. You killed him. You robbed my baby of a father. I’ll make you pay with your life!”
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to that fateful wedding day. This time, I would not stop the wedding. I would send them a gift.
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I strode into the grand hall, my expression cold and unwavering. The couple on stage had just exchanged rings.
Gasps echoed through the crowd as their eyes landed on me.
“Lucas Everhart? Why is he here?”
“Wait… isn’t this his wedding with Sienna Langford?”
“If he’s here… then who’s the man standing on stage?”