One Day, My Husband Killed Me

“We might have to get married.”

Dark red blood burst from her lips.

“Thank you, my dear. Now just die.”

One day, Cordelia was killed by her husband, who had taken a mistress behind her back.

As her breath faded, she pleaded. She begged. She grovelled.

Please, God. If I could go back to the moment before everything went irrevocably wrong, I would even offer up my soul.

And a miracle happened.

Cordelia was returned to the day her life had begun to unravel.

This was a chance bought with her soul — a chance for revenge. This time would be different. She would not endure it. She would not swallow her rage. She would let it explode.

But to destroy them properly, she needed power.

Imperial power.

At first, everything went according to plan.

Or so she believed.

“I would like to hear the reason for your visit, my lady.”

Crown Prince Noel himself addressed her; the man whose reputation rivalled that of a tyrant.

He was not the partner she had intended to use.

But this opportunity could not be wasted.

Fortunately, she knew his weakness.

“If I were your only remaining option, what would you do then?”

The Blue Rose of Fortune — the key to awakening that miracle.

Rising onto her toes, Cordelia pressed her lips to the Crown Prince’s without hesitation.