On the wedding day, my frail mother-in-law asked for my birth date and time, saying she wanted to pray for my safety.

To not disappoint her good intentions, I gave her the information right away.

Unexpectedly, I, who had always been healthy, suddenly died three months after the wedding.

On the day I died, my husband brought his pregnant mistress into the house. My mother-in-law even thanked me with a rosy face, saying, "Good girl, rest well. I will live well using your lifespan."

I was reborn, and I returned to the day of the wedding.

***

"Dear, give me your birth date and time. So, I can go to the church and pray for your safety," Mia tugged at my sleeve, looking at me eagerly.

In my past life, I thought she meant well. I gave her my birth details and even bought her many supplements after the wedding.

She held my hand and smiled, saying, "Dear, you're too sweet."

Back then, I naively thought she truly saw me as a daughter until I suddenly died and realized she had treated me so badly!

"Dear, why aren't you saying anything?" Mia shook my arm and asked with concern.

My memories were interrupted, and my gaze refocused on her pale face. I suppressed my hatred and faked a smile as I replied, "Thank you for your kindness, but I forgot the birth details."

After that, I excused myself, saying I was too tired from the wedding and needed to rest. She persistently followed me. No matter how she asked, I only replied, "I can't remember."

Mia got anxious and immediately grabbed my husband, Ethan Jones. She said, "Ethan, I want to pray for Luna's safety, but she doesn't appreciate it!

"On the first day of marriage, she's already treating me like this. Won't she just tear me apart in the future!"

I sneered in my heart. In my previous life, I accepted her kindness, but ended up dead and couldn't even keep the house my parents left me.

In this life, I would make sure they all paid the price!

"Honey, my mom treats you like her own daughter and wants to pray for your safety. Being so guarded will hurt her feelings!"

Just as he was about to continue criticizing me, I pretended to be considerate and said, "Honey, I forgot the birth details. I'll call my aunt tomorrow to ask."

They only sighed in relief after seeing me agree.

Early the next morning, I went to find my friend, Sofia White, who was born into a family of priests.

In my previous life, Ethan always forbade me from interacting with her. I originally thought he was just possessive, but now I realize he was afraid Sofia would see through their schemes.

After meeting Sofia, I told her that my mother-in-law had asked for my birth details and tied my hair with paper, hiding it under the bed. I disguised it as a dream and asked her if there was a way to break it.

After listening, she frowned for a long time before telling me, "Once the life transfer is completed, there's no way to undo it unless the person who received the life voluntarily gives it up."

I stood there stunned for a long time until a new plan formed in my mind.

I stayed at Sofia's house for a night, and it wasn't until the next evening that I returned home with braids. When I opened the door, I saw Mia and Ethan sitting on the couch waiting for me.

"Honey, how did it go with the birth details?"

I shook my phone, showing my call log with my aunt. I said, "Got it."

Then, I pretended to seek praise and asked, "Honey, do you like my new hairstyle today?"

He was absent-minded and complimented me before taking out red paper and a pen from the coffee table drawer and asking me to write down my birth details.

I had already replaced the ink in the pen with erasable ink.

I took the paper and pen and pretended to write the wrong date. Seeing this, Ethan immediately corrected me.

Sofia had explained to me that the zodiac signs were also important.

Ethan usually couldn't even remember the order of the zodiac signs, but now he suddenly knew so much. It was clear he had come prepared.

I had checked his step count. Someone who usually only took 3,000 steps had taken 20,000 steps yesterday. I guessed he had specifically gone to consult a priest and learn these details, even figuring out my birth details.

I had also asked Sofia to figure out his birth details.

I pretended to admire him. I praised him, then crossed out the date, writing the correct birth details.

After finishing, I purposely handed him the paper to check if it was correct. He carefully reviewed the red paper and then showed a satisfied expression.

I was also pleased. He had touched the red paper, leaving his scent on it.

He didn't know that the red paper also had his birth details, which I had written with the erasable pen when no one was home.

But just having the birth details wasn't enough. It also needed a bit of Ethan's scent. Now, it was perfect. Our scents were on the red paper.

Next, Mia held a pair of scissors and said she wanted to cut my hair, explaining that it would make the prayer for my safety more effective.

In reality, Sofia had told me that strands of hair were one of the mediums for life transfer.

I tried to confuse the source of the hair, saying, "There's plenty of hair on the floor. Just use the fallen ones."

The hair on the floor wasn't just mine. If she wanted to use hair, then she could use hair from all three of us.

Just as I bent down to cut the hair, Ethan stopped me, saying, "Honey, the hair cut from your head is the most effective."

He was quite cautious, but it didn't matter. I had prepared in advance.

I pouted reluctantly. After Ethan coaxed me a bit, I finally pulled out the braid I had prepared and cut it off.

Mia's eyes lit up when she saw the cut hair. She immediately took it and wrapped it with a red string.

After completing the entire process, the two told me to return to my room and rest. I didn't leave but watched as Ethan carefully wrapped the red paper and hair together, placing them in a red pouch with symbols.

After they finished everything, they couldn't stop smiling. They were completely unaware that I was watching them from the side.

They won't be smiling once they find out the truth.

That night, Mia and Ethan left the house. They used the excuse of an emergency at a relative's home and didn't return until the next morning.

As soon as Ethan got home, he suggested I stay home full-time to take care of him. I pretended to be angry and gave him the silent treatment for three days and nights.

In the end, it was Mia who persuaded me. I agreed to quit my job, but on the condition that she had to move back to her hometown.

Before the wedding, Mia had always controlled Ethan. She did not allow him to stay up late playing games, or eat snacks and drink sodas.

After she left, I used our anniversary as an excuse to upgrade Ethan's gaming equipment and treated him to a fun late-night snack. It included all the things he liked but wasn't usually allowed to eat, like skewers, cola, steak, and more.

I bought all that food from the best places in town. Ethan loved it after one bite. With no one to restrain him, he indulged even more. As a dutiful wife, I naturally bought it for him daily.

After feeding him like this for a week, I noticed he was going to the bathroom more frequently. I started to scold him in Mia's tone.

"Honey, stop playing games. They make you lose your motivation.

"Stop eating late-night snacks. They're bad for your stomach. Mom told me to make sure you eat lightly."

I emphasized the words "eat lightly" clearly. Ethan frowned as soon as he heard it.

Ethan's digestive system had been weaker than most since birth. Even drinking a cold glass of water in the summer would give him diarrhea, so Mia had always strictly controlled his diet.

Since childhood, Ethan has always eaten lightly at home. Unfortunately, Mia wasn't a good cook.

But to ensure Ethan got enough nutrients, she forced him to finish every meal.

Ethan, who had been playing games, paused and frowned. He said, "I work hard to earn money for you. What's wrong with having a late-night snack at home?

"If you keep nagging, I'll quit my job!"

I pretended to be hurt and apologized. I then handed him an iced cola, opening the cap for him.

Only then was he satisfied.

The next day, Ethan dragged me to the insurance company.

In my previous life, he had also bought insurance for me. At the time, I thought it was just a precaution. After my death, I overheard him and my mother-in-law talking and realized he was trading my life for money.

At that time, I wasn't feeling well. I went to the hospital with Ethan for a check-up. But I never saw the report, and the doctor told me it was just a minor issue.

It wasn't until after I died that I learned Ethan had told the doctor not to reveal the truth to me, fearing it would affect my mood. The doctor, touched by his supposed concern for his wife, agreed to his request.

After receiving my cancer diagnosis, he immediately contacted the insurance company to make a claim. Meanwhile, I died within two weeks due to delayed treatment.

Now he wanted to walk the same path as in the previous life. I was ready to accompany him all the way.