“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.

"Do you know this strange lady from somewhere, Deborah?" Peter begrudgingly inquired as he followed closely beside me for little Deborah's safety.


"Haven't I warned you not to be close to strangers," Peter sternly reminded her.


"You have," she answered and giggled and it wasn't until she giggled did I realize that I was smiling at their conversation.


Indeed they had a spark within them even when they were just children.


Right now Deborah looked to be 5 in age which was small but a good age to be able to understand things.


"Silly girl," he said and rolled his eyes at her.


"No, I am not," she argued back and any moment, she would cry.


"You are silly for not listening to me," Peter further elaborated and Deborah wiggled in my arms in frustration as she adorably sought for my attention to defend her by patting me in the sweetest way.


Chapter 184 - In their minds (II)