“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.

When I left the carriage, I stormed into the palace with unsettled emotions, all thanks to Deborah.


The moment I kissed her I knew there was no going back from that. Now I will be shameless about everything I do around her.


At that thought, I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration and clenched my jaw at the reminder of the sounds she made when I kissed her.


I never get easily high but this was Deborah we were talking about. The woman I yearned for for many years.


It is surprising how my feelings for her still feel like the very first time I developed them for her.


"At this point I cannot let you go, Deborah," I muttered under my breath as I went past a few maids who bowed and greeted me.


Yet instead of following the left side the moment I walked through the main entrance of the palace, I followed the right where the ladies' rooms were present, especially Deborah's.


Chapter 123 - Those buried feelings (III)