Reborn to Crush the Wife Who Killed MeChapter 1
My buddy had an obsession with playing matchmaker.
To announce his love for the richest woman in the country to the whole world, he'd paired up everything in the house—toothbrushes, slippers, you name it. Even I became a prop in his little matching game.
"It's a perfect match! My assistant and my girlfriend's right-hand woman—meant to be!"
In my previous life, that absurd setup forced Sarah Delgado into marrying me.
For three years after the wedding, she treated me like a king. Doted on me. Made me believe I'd actually found love.
Until I was on my deathbed, begging her to come to the hospital and sign the consent form for my surgery.
On the other end of the line, she laughed. A cold, contemptuous laugh.
"He thinks he's worth my signature?"
My blood ran cold as she tore apart three years of what I thought we had, word by word:
"Weren't you the one who was so eager to go along with your buddy's little matchmaking game? Simon and I are the real match made in heaven! As for someone like you—you belong in bed with a ten-dollar hooker."
On our wedding night, the woman in my bed had been a ten-dollar hooker.