From then on, Daniel blamed me for her death.
To avenge Isabella, he drugged me, killed our first child, destroyed my father’s company, and drove him to suicide.
For ten years, we were bound in pure hatred, tormenting each other day and night.
I thought Daniel loathed me.
Yet in the moment of life and death, his instinct was to save me.
So this time, I would grant his wish.
I would give him back to his beloved Isabella—
and cut all ties.
As I left my father’s office, I ran into Daniel.
My fingers clenched unconsciously.
He caught sight of the photo in my hand and frowned.
“Emma Scott, did you tell your father you wanted to marry me again? Can’t you stop being so annoying?”
We had grown up together. Both our fathers wanted me to marry into the Carter family. But Daniel always resisted the idea.
This time, he wouldn’t have to.
Because I was no longer marrying him.
“You said you wanted to go skiing, right? I bought us tickets overseas. In a couple of days, I’ll go with you.”
Had it not been for the tragedy of our past lives, I might have been thrilled by his rare invitation, unable to sleep from joy.