The housekeeper’s daughter, Selena Greene, deliberately chose to get married on the same day, at the same hotel as me.

When our cars passed each other on the way to our weddings, she rolled down her window and asked to switch my bridal bouquet with hers. My bouquet, however, wasn’t just any bouquet. It was hand-carved from priceless jadeite by my grandfather himself—a one-of-a-kind heirloom and his blessing for my wedding day.

“Trish,” she pleaded softly, “please. I’ve sacrificed so much for this wedding. I just want it to be perfect. I’ll give it back to you as soon as we get out of the cars.”

My heart softened. Against my better judgment, I handed her my bouquet and took her cheap, plastic flowers instead.

However, when we stepped out of our cars, she refused to return it. Worse still, during her ceremony, she tossed my jade bouquet onto the floor, shattering it into countless pieces.

That bouquet had been my grandfather’s way of being present at my wedding. It was all I had left of him.

Yet, in front of everyone, Selena put on an innocent act and accused me, “Who takes back a bouquet after a switch? A glass bouquet like this is all over online shopping platforms for ten bucks. I’ll just pay you back. Trish, you’ve made my life hard enough on normal days. Do you have to humiliate me on the most important day of my life, too?”

Furious, I confronted her, but she ducked behind my fiancé and my brother, wiping at her eyes like the victim.

My fiancé immediately went to comfort her, leaving me standing alone at the ceremony, humiliated and ridiculed by everyone. My brother, too, called me cruel and heartless. He cut me off financially and threw me out of the family home.

Selena’s husband, having quickly risen to success with the help of powerful backers, unleashed his relentless revenge on the now penniless and alone me. In the dead of winter, hired thugs found me and brutalized me to death.

And Selena? She became their princess, adored by all three of them.

I sank into darkness, full of rage and regret. However, when I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day of the wedding.

When I opened my eyes, the sharp pain and bone-deep cold still clung to my body, as if death itself hadn’t fully let go. I doubled over, gagging.

“Miss Scott, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?” The makeup artist’s worried gaze locked on me.

I turned toward the mirror, my mind reeling. The reflection staring back at me wore a flawless bridal gown that hugged every curve, her makeup perfect down to the last detail.

“Miss Scott, do you see anything you’d like adjusted? If not, we’re ready to head out.”

The bridesmaids standing nearby were all smiles. To them, I was the most graceful bride they’d ever seen.

“Oh, and don’t forget your bouquet.”

The moment I saw the jade bouquet, the icy petals in my hands made me freeze in shock. That was when I realized I had been transported back in time.

My gaze swept over the festive scene before me, and bitter irony flickered in my eyes. This was the day my entire life had unraveled, but now, it was also the day everything would change.

Before I had been transported back in time, I had been betrothed since childhood to the eldest son of the Carter family. On our wedding day, I proudly carried the jade bouquet my granddad left me, the only memento of him after his passing. It was my way of believing he was there with me, blessing me.

What I hadn’t expected was for Selena Greene, the housekeeper’s daughter, to deliberately set her wedding on the exact same day, using the same route. When our cars passed each other, she thrust a bouquet of cheap plastic flowers toward me.

“Trish, please,” she begged. “I don’t want my groom's parents to look down on me. I’ve poured everything I have into this wedding. Just switch with me, okay? For good luck. We’ll be at the same hotel anyway. You’re in the grand ballroom, while I’m in the side hall. I’ll give it back to you at the entrance, I promise.”

Looking at her pitiful and teary eyes like some desperate Cinderella, my heart softened again, and I agreed. However, once we arrived at the hotel, she went straight into her ceremony. In the midst of laughter and applause, she tossed my jade bouquet into the air, letting it shatter into pieces on the ground.

And Selena? She only laughed, thanking her guests for coming, like nothing had happened.

Rage boiled over, and I stormed up to the stage, slapping Selena hard across the face.

Her eyes immediately reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

“Trish, I can look past how you always make my life hard. But this is my wedding!” she cried. “Who has ever heard of giving a bouquet back after a swap? These glass bouquets are all over online shopping platforms for just ten bucks. Fine, I’ll give you a hundred to make up for it!”

My fiancé, Ian Carter, rushed to the stage and shielded her behind his back, while my brother, Sean Scott, stormed toward me, his face dark. Without a word, he slapped me hard across my cheek.

“Enough. It’s just a bouquet! If you want one, I’ll buy you a truckload. Stop making a scene. This is Selena’s wedding!”

I stared at him, shaking with anger as I shouted, “That bouquet is mine! It was carved from the finest jade by Granddad himself! It’s his blessing to me!”

“Blessing?” Sean sneered. “It’s just a bunch of flowers. You’re acting like a spoiled princess. Do you have to embarrass us on a day like this?”

Furious, I demanded that Selena pay for the damage and threatened to fire her.

“Miss Scott, please, don’t fire me. My mother had served your family for years and ruined her health doing it. Please, don’t do this to me…” Selena said, smearing me on purpose.

I couldn’t hold back from grabbing her and demanding an answer. In the middle of the struggle, she gave me a sly, triumphant smile, yanked on my wedding dress, and let herself fall backward. With a loud rip, a huge tear split across my gown.

It was supposed to be a day of celebration between two families, but with so many reporters and cameras present, my indecent photos were everywhere within minutes. Ian’s face turned ashen. Right there, he announced he was breaking off the engagement.

I instantly became the laughingstock of high society. Online, not only were my photos plastered everywhere, but so was a video of me “pushing” Selena off the stage. The internet mob tore into me.

My mother was so worried she rushed back from overseas, but on the way home, her plane crashed. Crushed by grief, I locked myself in the house, refusing to step outside. After a month, my body began to change drastically. That was when I discovered Selena had been slipping hormone pills into my food.

“I’m only doing this for your own good, Trish,” she said sweetly. “These are top-notch antidepressants. You’ve been isolating yourself, and I was worried…”

By then, Sean had moved her into our home. He even told her warmly that it was now her home.

Selena wore the evening gown my mother had custom-ordered for me. She flaunted the jewelry my mother had paid a fortune to win at auction. She walked in and out of elite social circles as if she’d always belonged.

When I screamed at her to get out, Sean slapped me so hard I fell to the ground.

“Look at yourself,” he snarled. “You look like a fat pig now. Wearing these clothes would only make you more of a joke. Selena looks so much better in them than you ever did. She has been representing our family over the past weeks and making us proud. I’ve accepted her as my sister. She’s part of the Scott family now!”

He looked at me, his eyes full of disgust.

Not only that, but my former fiancé Ian had fallen head over heels for her, becoming her loyal protector. In the meantime, Selena’s husband, Flynn Walter, used her to break into high society. Soon, with a powerful backer, he rose even higher. All three men worshipped Selena like she was made of gold.

Then, on her birthday, she staged it so it looked like I had pushed her, while she was pregnant, down a flight of stairs. That was when the three of them turned on me completely.

Sean threw me out of the house and froze all my accounts; Ian sent people to break my limbs; Flynn unleashed a gang of thugs on me, tormenting me day and night.

I took my last breath, choking on rage and despair.

And Selena? She became their princess, the darling of the elite.

When I opened my eyes again, I was holding the bouquet in my hands once more. A dark, unreadable light flickered in my eyes.

“Is the bride ready? We’re about to head out–”

“Wait!” I called out to the bridesmaids and leaned in close to whisper something in one of their ears.

“Miss Scott… you’re not joking, are you?” she asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

I nodded firmly.

“Here…”

Then, as the notification of money transferring rang out on her phone, her expression changed instantly.

She smiled brightly as she said, “I’ll take care of it right away.”

I leaned back in my seat, staring out at the roadside scenery, lost in deep thought. No one understood why I insisted on taking such a remote route, but only I knew it was because I wanted to avoid the tragedy from my previous life.

Yet, halfway down the road, fate collided with me again. Another bride on her way to her wedding appeared head-on.

The car window rolled down, and Selena’s face peeked out.

“Trish, what a coincidence,” she said sweetly. “Our weddings are on the same day and apparently even on the same route. I saw online that when two brides meet, they’re supposed to exchange bouquets. Look, I made this one myself. Isn’t it pretty? Let’s exchange bouquets, shall we?”

She held up the same cheap plastic bouquet from my previous life, waiting eagerly for my response.

My gaze lingered on her, my feelings a storm of complexity. I had gone out of my way to avoid her this time, yet somehow, she still crossed my path.

I shook my head decisively. “My bouquet isn’t meant for you. Let’s not.”

Now I was certain that our so-called ‘chance encounter’ in my last life had never been a coincidence.

“Trish, please. I don’t want my groom's parents to look down on me…” she whined. “Exchanging bouquets is good luck. Everyone does it.”

She looked at me pleadingly, her eyes red with tears. “Trish, I swear I’ll give it back once we’re out of the cars.”

However, I shook my head again and said coldly, “I said no. My bouquet isn’t for you. Selena, you should head out now before you’re late to your own ceremony.”

Her jaw tightened, a flicker of something dark passing through her eyes.

Then, she forced a trembling cry, “Trish, my photographer’s livestreaming… Can’t you just help me this once?”

I froze and pulled out my phone. Sure enough, her livestream chat was filled to the brim with comments. Some viewers even recognized me.

“Isn’t that Trisha Scott, the Scotts’ daughter?”

“What’s going on? Can’t believe the Scotts are so petty, arguing over a bouquet.”

“Seriously, the poor girl just wanted a bit of good luck. She even livestreamed making that bouquet last night. It took her hours!”

“Are the Scotts really that stingy?”

“I heard Trisha rerouted her journey at the last minute, just to bump into them. A classic spoiled heiress move!”

My eyes hardened as I looked back at Selena. I was now a hundred percent sure that, whether in my past life or this one, she had deliberately followed me.

“Trish,” she pleaded again, “I’ve worked so hard for this wedding. I just want it to be perfect. Please help me. They say if brides cross paths but don’t exchange bouquets, it’ll ruin their happiness. I never thought you’d suddenly change your route… I know you don’t think much of mine, but I poured my heart into making it. Don’t tell me everything has to be measured by money?”

She stayed put, refusing to leave.

Meanwhile, the hate-filled comments in her livestream grew louder, fueled by her manipulation. The more my reputation crumbled, the more satisfied she seemed. She really would stop at nothing to ruin me on my wedding day.

I let out a long sigh. “Fine. Since you insist, take it.”

Smiling, I held out my bouquet. “There’s no need to return it. It’s yours now.”

Selena’s face lit up as she reached for it, only for her expression to instantly drain of color the moment she saw the bouquet up close.