After Getting Engaged to My Rival, My BF Asked Me to Come Back — Novel

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Janice Moore thought she understood the depths of betrayal, but nothing could prepare her for the moment she awakens in a mental hospital, haunted by the memories of her husband, Dean, and the woman who stole him—her own rival, Abby. As Janice grapples with her past, a shocking twist of fate allows her to return to pivotal moments in her life, armed with the knowledge of her own suffering and the power to change her fate.

What will she do when confronted by the very people who once tormented her? With each encounter, Janice transforms her pain into a weapon, weaving a web of revenge that entangles Dean and Abby in a game they never saw coming. Will her newfound confidence lead to liberation, or will it spiral into an even darker path of manipulation and deceit?

As the stakes rise and alliances shift, Janice must navigate a world where love and revenge intertwine. Will she reclaim her dignity, or will the ghosts of her past drag her back into despair? In a battle of wills, only one question remains: how far will she go to rewrite her story?

After Getting Engaged to My Rival, My BF Asked Me to Come BackChapter 1

My name was Janice Moore. In the fourth year of marriage, my husband Dean Reese, sent me to a mental hospital.

He said his beloved woman had suffered for years because of our marriage contract.

He completely forgot that it was he who actively sought the marriage contract in order to establish himself in his family.

Under his deliberate indulgence, I was tortured to death.

When I opened my eyes, I no longer wanted to help him. I let him struggle in the quagmire of his family.

But he begged me to help him again. I smiled and kicked him away, saying, "But this time, I don't want to help you."

***

My last memory was about me in the hospital ward.

The pain of electric shock was truly unforgettable.

Those people, under Dean's instructions, gave me a sedative and made me watch the wedding of the century on TV with my eyes wide open.

My husband and my maid's daughter were getting married.

Their mocking voice echoed in my ears.

"They are true love. You're so cheap. You insist on making him love you and won't leave. Shameless sluts like you should go to hell."

The sound of electricity in my ears was replaced by a familiar male voice.