"Vivian, are you awake yet? Ryan sent someone to deliver the wedding dress..."

Knock knock. The door shook with a couple light taps, paired with a sweet, familiar voice.

Vivian Grant’s eyes snapped open.

She sat up straight in bed, her expression instantly cold and sharp as her gaze locked onto the door.

That voice—it was Daphne. But Daphne had died two years ago!

Why the hell...

"I'm coming in, okay?" Before Vivian could make any sense of the situation, the door opened and Daphne walked in.

She was holding a spotless white wedding dress in her hands.

"Come on, Vivian, get changed. We’re late for the hotel. Ryan’s already called a bunch of times. You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you." Daphne smiled as she walked over.

Tch, that girl actually managed to win over Grandpa Harris. Even got picked to marry into the family.

Why her?

Daphne was deliberately making Vivian late for her own engagement party. Let’s see if the Harris family still thought she was all that.

Vivian stared at the girl in a high school uniform, clearly sixteen or so. Her heart sank with shock.

Daphne Grant, her so-called little sister—not by blood—was two years younger than her.

Vivian had left the Grant family at eighteen and spent three years with Alexander Brooks before he died. That was five years ago.

Even if Daphne were still alive, she should be 21 now.

But this Daphne...

"Vivian? Are you okay?" Daphne waved a hand in front of her face, looking a bit concerned.

Vivian snapped back to herself.

She glanced at her phone by the bed, grabbed it and opened the calendar.

No way—five years ago?

It’s the day of her engagement to Ryan.

She’d been reborn.

A wave of excitement surged through her. She shoved Daphne aside and bolted out of the room.

Alexander was going to crash the party today.

She was going to see him again!

"Hey! Where are you going? You haven’t even put on your wedding dress!" Daphne shouted at her retreating figure.

Honestly, she'd love nothing more than for Vivian to embarrass herself showing up without the dress.

Still, she put on a show like she cared.

Vivian actually stopped in her tracks at that.

When she turned around, her stare was so icy and intense it made Daphne freeze.

W-What the hell? Why’s Vivian looking at her like that?

“The dress?” Vivian slowly curled her lips into a grin, eyes locked on that so-called wedding dress.

She remembered every word of Alexander’s diary. Read it over and over again.

Word for word.

For a man like Alexander to die like that in her last life, it all came down to one thing. He thought she’d always loved Ryan.

And that belief started... with that dress.

She spent three years married to Alexander. He treated her like gold. But because of this very dress, he never gave her a real wedding.

He couldn’t get over it—that she wore that dress for another man, even for just an engagement.

The dress haunted him.

He didn’t want to look at her in it.

He was afraid.

Afraid she’d leave him.

"Vivian, seriously, what’s going on?" Daphne took a step back. Something about this version of Vivian seriously creeped her out.

Like she was... about to devour her whole.

Vivian lifted her head again, gaze sharp as ever. Daphne’s scalp prickled as she watched her crack a cold smile.

"You don't really want me marrying into the Harris family, do you, Daphne?"

Daphne’s eyes went wide. She looked caught and shook her head frantically like a scared rabbit. "N-No! Of course not, Vivian—I’d never—"

Rip!

Before Daphne could finish playing innocent, Vivian reached out and yanked the wedding dress right out of her hands.

Vivian tore it apart. Just like that.