In my previous life, I was a scorned villain, deeply in love with my husband, yet became the woman he despised most. He betrayed our marriage for another girl. He told me that girl was his true love and he must divorce me to marry her. I said “no,” so he put me into prison despite my advanced breast cancer. He even caused my parents’ death. “You’re really merciless, Henry,” I lamented. Fortunately, God felt pity for me and therefore gave me another chance at life. “Divorce, Henry,” I announce, taking the initiative this time. Anyway, our marriage is a mere business arrangement; love has no place in it. I thought everything would go as I expected and we could end this marriage peacefully. However, things go awry. “What are you up to again?” Henry snaps back, impatience evident on his face. I did play many tricks in my last life because I wanted to get some attention from him. So it’s natural that he still thinks so this time. “If I say you’ll deadly wish I leave you alone for good one day, would you believe me?” I challenge. “Stop daydreaming!” he scoffs, “We’ll keep tormenting each other until the very end.” I sigh. This is my second life, so I know he’ll definitely meet his true love soon and therefore force me to leave him again. Finally, they come across each other, which makes me believe with just another kick at the door I can get my freedom behind it. Yet, to my surprise, I only got this from him: “Who said we’re getting a divorce?” Instead of divorcing me, Henry begins showering me with affection, even forsaking his "true love" for me.
