After confiding in my best friend about the pain of my relationship, she advised me to break up.

But then she got engaged to my ex-boyfriend, claiming it was her way of getting revenge for me.

She sold their marital home, saying it was to compensate me on behalf of her husband.

Using his ID, she took out online loans to pay for male escorts, insisting it was to help me move on from my heartbreak.

The night before her wedding, she went out into the wild with three men for a thrilling game that left her paralyzed from the waist down. She said it was because I got her drunk out of jealousy.

I was taken to a remote mountain by her husband, where I endured endless suffering.

After my eleventh miscarriage, I ended my own life.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the night before her wedding.

1

Every time Daisy went out at night to have fun, she always told her husband, Henry, that she was worried about me being alone.

Henry would then call me countless times to check on Daisy.

At first, I was furious, but eventually, I became numb to it. I couldn't understand why the whereabouts of his fiancée, who had broken up with me a year ago, were any of my concern.

Eventually, I blocked his number.

If it weren't for the fact that he stormed into my house with a group of bodyguards in my previous life, I wouldn't have known that Daisy had painted me as a complete wreck after the breakup.

After my rebirth, my phone wouldn't stop ringing.

All the calls were from unfamiliar numbers. I knew it was Henry, using other people's phones to interrogate me.

I answered with a cold expression, and his fury exploded through the receiver.

"Rachel, don't I, the one paying for it, deserve to know about the bachelorette party you threw for Daisy?

"Open your damn eyes and look at the time! Don't you know our wedding is tomorrow? How long do you plan to keep her out?

"It's over between us! Even if you ruin the wedding, I still won't give you a second glance! Daisy's already transferred millions to your account, enough for you to live comfortably for ten lifetimes. This is your last chance to bring her back safely, or don't blame me for what happens next!"

His shouting nearly burst my eardrums.

There wasn't a trace of affection left in his voice.

"Just a year ago, we were talking about marriage.

A minor disagreement over the wedding details quickly escalated into a significant conflict, thanks to Daisy's exaggerations, turning our relationship into a clash of incompatible values.

With her mediation, Henry and I quickly fell out of love.

After the breakup, we became enemies.

Then Daisy became Henry's fiancée.

She claimed she was doing it to get revenge on the jerk for me.

Even then, I foolishly believed I had the best friend in the world.

One night, Henry's hotel reservation confirmation was sent to my phone, and I remembered the eager look on Daisy's entirely made-up face as she went out that evening.

My heart nearly stopped that night, my world collapsing and rebuilding in the process.

After that night, I deliberately distanced myself from Daisy.

But I couldn't escape her framing me in front of Henry.

I knew nothing about it and naively thought that staying away from them would allow me to start a new life.

Until, in my previous life, Henry took a group of men and dragged me into the mountains.

Humiliation and despair gradually overwhelmed me, and a fire of rage ignited in my chest.

This time, if I didn't tear their masks off, I wouldn't be able to live with myself for losing a life!" I thought.

Suppressing the turmoil inside me, I replied, "She didn't answer your calls? Maybe she's too satisfied with the college guys I sent her and couldn't be bothered. I'll have her get back to you when she's done."

My hand trembled as I hung up the phone.

Before I could catch my breath, there was a loud banging on the door.

I turned the handle, and before I could react, a powerful force knocked me to the ground.

The scene before me hadn't even come into focus when a heavy shoe pressed down on my chest.

Looking up, I saw Henry's menacing face.

He ground his foot harder into my chest, his lips curling into a sneer.

"Seems like the guys you called weren't enough, huh? A year later, and you're still so pathetic."

With that, he turned and gave a signal to the bodyguards behind him.

A group of men rushed into my house and started ransacking the place.

Doors were kicked open, and clothes from my wardrobe were scattered on the floor.

They even checked under the bed, flipping the mattress onto the ground.

Soon, my house was in shambles.

I grabbed his foot with both hands, trying to push it away, but I wasn't strong enough.

I felt humiliated and furious. I shouted, "Get your filthy foot off me! Get out of my house, or I'll call the police!"

Seeing that his men found nothing, Henry's face turned as dark as a storm cloud.

Instead of removing his foot, he pressed down even harder.

The pressure on my chest was so intense that I could hardly breathe.

"Where the hell is Daisy? Didn't you throw her some bullshit bachelorette party tonight?"

Watching him lose control, a dark satisfaction rose within me.

I sneered, "My place is too small for a group of men to have any real fun, so of course, I picked a more spacious location for her!"

Hearing this, Henry kicked me hard in the chin, sending a wave of pain and tears streaming down my face.

"This is your last chance to speak clearly!

"Where did you take Daisy?"

2

I bit my lip, refusing to show any weakness in front of him.

"Daisy was probably busy with her games, and I was just her scapegoat. There was no way she'd tell me where she was." I thought.

After a tense standoff, I finally sneered, "You're her husband and you don't know where she is? How should I know? Maybe I should ask those guys she's with, one of them might be able to tell you!"

Henry's anger flared, his face darkening dangerously, on the verge of exploding.

He grabbed my collar, yanking me up from the ground.

Just as he raised his hand to strike, one of the bodyguards noticed the plane tickets on the coffee table.

In the next moment, the tickets and the documents from my company, showing that I was to go abroad for training, were handed to Henry.

He glanced at them with disdain, a mocking smile spreading across his face.

"Ruined my wedding, made my bride disappear, and you still think you can escape the country?

"Dream on, you'll have plenty of time for that after you're dead!"

With that, he pulled out his phone and called my boss.

I immediately reached out to stop him, but the bodyguards restrained me, pinning my limbs down.

"Back when we were in love, Henry introduced me to the company, and I worked hard to earn my current position.

With just a word from him, my career could be destroyed."

The thought of this made panic surge through me.

"In my previous life, I had given up the chance to go abroad because of them, only to meet a tragic end in the mountains.

After my rebirth, I bought my ticket and packed my bags as quickly as I could. Was I still unable to escape?" I thought.

Henry dialed the number as I watched in terror.

Mr. Carter's voice sounded tired, but his tone was respectful.

When he heard Henry coldly order him to cancel my opportunity to go abroad and to fire me immediately, his voice rose in shock.

"What? Mr. Whitman, may I ask why?"

Henry's patience was running thin, and he snapped. "Do I need to explain myself? Do as I say, or your company won't open tomorrow!

"This woman, who sells herself for status, isn't someone you need either. If she hadn't seduced me, I wouldn't have been stupid enough to recommend her to you."

I struggled to speak, but a cloth was suddenly stuffed into my mouth, silencing me.

In the business world, Henry's word was law.

Hearing his command, Mr. Carter backed down, muttering a quick agreement before hanging up.

I felt a surge of helpless anger, my eyes turning red.

Just as I was about to say something, the phone on the sofa beeped with a new message. A bodyguard picked it up, unlocked it using my fingerprint, and handed it to Henry.

On the screen was a message from my boss confirming my dismissal. Henry shoved the phone in my face, forcing me to see it clearly.

Fury and despair made my vision blur, and I spat at him.

"The best decision I ever made was breaking up with you!

"You don't deserve love! You're a perfect match for Daisy, that conniving bitch!"

His response was a slap that nearly knocked me unconscious.

Then he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back roughly.

"You have no right to say her name! After all the money she's given you, now you've made her disappear. If we don't find her tonight, I'll make sure your whole family pays the price!"

With that, he began scrolling through my phone contacts right in front of me.

His eyes landed on the name I had marked as unique.

Without hesitation, he dialed it.

My eyes widened in shock, cold sweat breaking out on my forehead.

Soon, my boyfriend Kyle's gentle voice came through the phone.

3

Hearing Henry's voice, Kyle instantly became wary.

"Who are you? Where's Rachel? What have you done to her?"

Henry let out a mocking laugh as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke.

"You're just a stand-in she uses to forget about me, and you don't know who I am? Last year, Rachel and I were about to get married. Do I really need to tell you who I am?"

I couldn't hold back and shouted, "Let go..."

Before I could finish, a bodyguard clamped his hand over my mouth, leaving only a muffled sound.

Henry quickly brought the phone closer to my mouth, then spoke with a sly grin, "Did you hear that? We're all men here. Do I need to spell it out for you?"

My eyes filled with rage, and I bit down hard on the bodyguard's hand.

He yelped in pain, then kicked the back of my knee, sending a sharp, almost bone-cracking pain through me.

My knee hit the floor hard, and I found myself kneeling in front of Henry.

Henry is still on the phone. He grabbed my hair with one hand, forcing my head down onto his thigh, savoring my twisted expression of pain. His eyes gleamed with a growing satisfaction.

He mouthed a warning to me. "This is your last chance. Tell me where Daisy is."

I glared at him with defiance, refusing to make a sound.

Henry's patience snapped, and he continued, "Do you even know who your fiancée really is?

"Out of the kindness of my heart, I'll tell you. Since our breakup, under the guise of healing, she's scammed my wife out of fifty million dollars and slept with over a hundred men! I've got hundreds of hotel bookings to prove it! If you need proof, I can send it to you."

On the other end of the line, silence fell.

My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest, tears welling up in my eyes.

I prayed that Kyle wouldn't be swayed by his lies.

Henry heard no response. His brow furrowed in annoyance.

He continued, "You don't believe me? Fine. I'll send you an address, and you can see for yourself. Tomorrow is my wedding day, and she couldn't even wait to contact me, saying she wanted to spend one last night together. As a fellow man, I'm just giving you a heads-up. Don't be ungrateful!"

With that, he hung up the phone.

He quickly searched for a nearby bar's location and sent it to Kyle, a calculating gleam in his eyes.

The bodyguard finally released me, and I collapsed onto the ground.

My voice trembling with fury, I said, "This is slander! You know that defamation can land you in jail! Henry, are you insane? We've already broken up. Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Daisy destroyed my relationship and everything I had.

Why should I bear the consequences of her actions?" I thought.

Henry looked down at my pale, troubled face, his smile dark and menacing.

"Let you go? Tell me where Daisy is, and I might consider it!"

He turned to the bodyguards and ordered, "Take her away!"

The group of bodyguards quickly closed in on me, and I struggled with every ounce of strength I had left.

But it was no use. I was outnumbered and overpowered. They bound my hands and feet with my underwear.

They yanked me up by my hair and dragged me all the way to the bar's entrance.

By the time we arrived, my scalp was bleeding.

My heart was filled with seething hatred. My eyes burned with fury.