The Grant family carried a curse. Every heir was destined to marry a woman with a prosperous fate—someone whose very presence would bring fortune and longevity to their husband. Without her, the family would fall into ruin.

And I, Julianna Morgan, was the woman destined for Yeshua Grant.

Since childhood, I had known that I was fated to marry him. But fate meant nothing to Yeshua—because he didn’t love me.

His heart belonged to my cousin, Heidi.

He was even willing to defy the family’s ancestral oath for her.

I tried everything to stop him. In the end, Heidi was devastated and threw herself into the river.

I got what I wanted—I married Yeshua.

But three years into our marriage, while I was pregnant with his child, Yeshua pushed me into that same river without hesitation.

I begged him, pleaded with him to let me live, to let me give birth to our child. But he remained cold and unmoved.

“Julianna,” he sneered, “this nonsense about some ‘prosperous fate’ is a myth from a thousand years ago. Who still believes in that?”

“You used that ridiculous fate to trap me into marriage. Heidi died because of you. Now, go down and join her.”

With that, he pushed me into the icy waters. The current dragged me under, and I drowned.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Yeshua declared he wanted to marry Heidi.

This time, I watched it all unfold with cold indifference.

'Let’s see,' I thought, without my so-called auspicious fate—would the Grant family still avoid its ruin?

——

“Mom, I want to marry Heidi! I don’t like Julianna!” Yeshua shouted, his voice was tinged with anger.

“How can you believe such superstition after all these years? ‘Family ruin’? That’s just nonsense made up by women desperate to marry into wealth!”

“Our business is thriving so how could we possibly go bankrupt?”

I chuckled coldly at his words. He clearly couldn’t see the cracks already forming in the foundation of the Grant family’s empire.

If they didn’t secure a woman with the right fate soon, the collapse would be inevitable.

And Heidi? She wasn’t just unhelpful—her fate would actually bring misfortune to any man she married.

In my past life, I had pointed this out, and Yeshua’s parents had firmly opposed the marriage.

But that revelation cost me my life.

This time, I wouldn’t say a word. Let them destroy themselves.

“Uncle Dimitri, I really love Yeshua,” Heidi sobbed beside me, “Please, let us be together!”

Yeshua’s parents looked torn.

He was their only son, and they had always spoiled him.

Now that they knew he loved Heidi, of course they wanted to give him what he wanted.

“Julianna, why don’t why don’t you both marry Yeshua?” Aunt Sylvia said suddenly, not even trying to soften the blow.

“I know monogamy is the law now, but you love Yeshua too. Let him marry Heidi officially—you don’t need a title. Just... be with him too.”

I looked at her, then smiled.

In my past life, when I warned them about Heidi’s misfortune-bearing fate, they didn’t even discuss such an arrangement with me.

Now I realized—they had planned this all along.

They wanted my fate, but not me.

They spoiled their son too much to force him to marry someone he didn’t love.

But they weren’t about to let go of a woman who could keep their family from falling apart.

So they tried to have it both ways.

And I walked right into their trap.

“Sorry, Uncle Dimitri, Aunt Sylvia,” I said calmly, standing up.

“Since you’ve already chosen your daughter-in-law, I won’t get in the way.”

As my words fell, the smiles on their faces disappeared.

They never expected me to refuse.

After all, they knew how deeply I loved Yeshua.

But now, hearing my rejection, both Yeshua’s parents looked stunned, as if they couldn’t believe their ears.

“Julianna, didn’t you love Yeshua the most?” Aunt Sylvia asked, her voice full of disbelief.

I gave her a faint smile and said, “Aunt Sylvia, since Yeshua loves Heidi, then I’m choosing to let him go.”

“Julianna, what do you mean by that?”

Yeshua’s face darkened as he looked at me. “You’re saying... you won’t marry me?”

“Didn’t you say you’d only ever marry Heidi? I’m just giving you what you wanted. Or is that not acceptable now?” I met his gaze, calm and composed.

My answer silenced him.

I knew from the start that he wanted to have it both ways—marry Heidi in name and keep me in the shadows as his hidden wife.

If that was the case, why should I play along?

“Julianna, think carefully. I’m willing to marry you, and you’re still not satisfied? Don’t forget—you’re an orphan. If I don’t marry you, who will?”

His words were laced with arrogance and contempt.

I looked him straight in the eye and replied coldly, “You don’t need to concern yourself with that, Mr. Grant.”

What he didn’t know was that women like me, with a fated blessing to bring fortune to their husbands, would never lack suitors.

The only reason I hadn’t married already was because I had stubbornly clung to the idea of becoming his wife—I had turned away many good men for his sake.

And what did I get in return?

Betrayal. From him and his entire family.

“Since the Grant family has made its decision, I’ll take my leave now,” I said, standing up and facing the three of them.

“Julianna, I know you love Yeshua,” Heidi called out behind me. “But can’t you think of what’s best for him?”

“If you really love him, why wouldn’t you marry him?”

I turned and looked at her.

Her eyes sparkled with triumph.

“I don’t love him anymore. He’s yours now,” I said it plainly, without emotion.

Yeshua’s face instantly darkened.

“Julianna, you better think this through!” he snapped.

I smiled. “Don’t worry. My mind has never been clearer. I wish you and my dear cousin a lifetime of happiness together, Yeshua.”

With that, I turned and walked away from the Grant family home.

Behind me, I heard Aunt Sylvia anxiously whispering to her son, “Yeshua, maybe you should just marry Julianna. Let Heidi be your mistress...”

But Yeshua turned to look at Heidi’s tearful face and said firmly, “Don’t worry about Julianna!”

“Don’t you know her by now? She has used that whole ‘prosperous fate’ story to bully Heidi for years. She’s just throwing a tantrum—she’ll come crawling back in a few days, begging me to marry her!”

Hearing his words as I stepped out the door, I let out a cold laugh.

Come back?

Never.

I had my own life now. A new one.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

When the line connected, I didn’t hesitate. “Want to get married?”

...

When we stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Harold was still laughing.

“Julianna, I can’t believe you actually agreed to marry me!”

He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear.

This man was Harold Sandoval—one of the most notorious playboys in New York's elite circle.

We met years ago at a party.

From the moment we met, Harold began pursuing me.

At that time, everyone knew I was Yeshua’s fiancée.

Even so, Harold didn’t back down—instead, his pursuit grew even more passionate.

He and Yeshua had always been sworn rivals. The moment they saw each other, it was like fire and oil—they were instantly at odds.

I knew Yeshua disliked Harold, and from then on, I began to gradually distance himself from him.

I still remember the day I firmly rejected Harold. He looked heartbroken, his usual unruly smile was gone.

In the end, he turned and walked away.

But before he left, he came to find me again.

“I'll wait,” he told me. “If there ever comes a day when Yeshua no longer loves you, I’ll be the first to come back and marry you.”

At the time, I never believed it was possible between us. After all, I was hopelessly in love with Yeshua.

But I remember it clearly—even in my past life, when I was drowning, sinking beneath the cold river waters, I saw Harold in the distance.

He was rushing toward me in a panic.

Unfortunately... he was still too late to save me.

“Julianna, I have some business to take care of overseas. I’ll be back as soon as it’s done,” he said, turning to look at me with a smile.

Smiling back, I nodded.

I was now married to Harold. From this moment on, I would never belong to anyone else.

As someone born with a fate that could only bring prosperity to one man, I had already given that blessing to him.

As for Yeshua? Let him rot in the mess he created.

After personally seeing Harold off, I returned home.

My parents passed away years ago, and I had been living on my own ever since.

Back then, Yeshua’s parents had wanted me to move into their home. After all, they had already accepted me as their future daughter-in-law.

But Yeshua had fiercely opposed the idea, so I never did.

Looking back now, it’s clear why—he was already involved with Heidi.

Thinking about it, I couldn’t help but laugh at my own foolishness.

There were so many signs of Yeshua and Heidi’s affair.

Even when I knew deep down that he didn’t love me, I still clung to the idea of marrying him.

And that blind devotion led me to my death.

I remember the moment I was submerged in the river—how the despair gripped me, how every breath burned in my chest.

But in this life, I would never allow things to reach that point.

As I was lost in thought, my phone buzzed with a text from Harold.

[I’ve just landed. Once I wrap up my business, I’ll come back and give you the grand wedding you deserve.]

I smiled as I replied, telling him to stay safe.

Then I put down the phone and got ready for bed.

What I didn’t expect was that, just as I was about to drift off, Yeshua would suddenly call.

“Julianna, where are you right now?”

His voice was cold and clipped.

“What is it, Yeshua?” I asked, frowning slightly.

“Are you at home? I’m coming over to see you.”

I raised a brow, then responded flatly, “There’s no need. It’s late—I’m already in bed.”

“If you have something to say, just say it. If not, don’t bother me again.”

There was a brief silence, followed by the sound of his heavier breathing.

Then he spoke, his voice was harder now. “Julianna, I’m coming to find you. Come out and meet me.”

I heard the command in his voice and chuckled coldly.

Without another word, I hung up.