“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.”
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In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’.
And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit.
But death didn't take me. It sent me back.
I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom.
But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room.
Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers.
In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning.
But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.”
He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name.
My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees.
Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

It was so smooth and mechanical. A slight tilt of his left shoulder to the side like he had expected it and that was all it took for me to know that I had acted foolishly and dug a grave for myself.


The look on his face was serious, hard and dreadful.


Without thinking, I turned and ran with everything I had in me because I knew this was the end of me.


I didn't even bother looking behind me because if I do so, my heart will fail.


I actually shot with the aim of hitting his left shoulder which would leave a fatal injury but won't be life threatening. I never intended to kill him but since I shot and he dodged, he wouldn't let me off so easily.


Every force, thud and move I exerted into running felt futile and slow, making me begin to pray to God to help me from the mess I had intentionally committed.


It was only when I felt a force catch me from behind and push me to the ground did I realize that it was over for me.


Chapter 29 - Entitlement mentality