Caleb's absurd request sent a palpable shockwave through the lavish wedding venue.

I perfected the role of the wronged but dignified woman. With tears welling in my eyes, I simply nodded.

An overwhelming wave of sympathy in my favor immediately flooded social media.

Even Mrs. Hawthorne was stunned by her son's audacity. "This is ridiculous! Caleb, marriage isn't a game!"

Caleb looked at me guiltily. "Clara, this is my fault. I'll make it up to you."

The guests murmured among themselves, some shooting me sympathetic glances, others looks of disdain. I remained composed, my face a mask of quiet strength.

Daphne immediately retorted, "Caleb saved me, not you. If he hadn't agreed to marry me today, I would have jumped."

Her words sent the already guilty Caleb into a rage. "Daphne! If it weren't for the friendship between our families, I wouldn't have even bothered with you!"

He snapped, "Clara has suffered enough because of you. That's enough!"

Daphne's eyes reddened with hurt. She lowered her head and softened her tone. "I'm sorry, Caleb. I just love you so much! Since… since Clara is willing, let's just begin."

As Caleb looked at me hesitantly, I gave him a pained smile and stepped down from the ceremonial platform.

Before I even reached the dressing room, the wedding march began to play. Daphne's passionate vows echoed along the coast.

After I changed into my own clothes, a hotel staff member rushed in, saying there was a commotion in the guest lounge.

When I arrived, I found Caleb manhandling my nephew, Noah. Daphne stood nearby, the antique lace veil on her head torn at the corner, screaming, "Teach that little brat a lesson!"

I rushed forward in a blaze of fury, trying to pull Caleb away. "Caleb, let him go!"

Noah saw me and cried out, his voice thick with tears, "Auntie!"

He was my sister's only child, a sweet, kind boy with a passion for technology. In my previous life, Caleb had used him as a pawn to control me, ruining his future until he ended his own life by leaping from a skyscraper.

Seeing him alive and well, I couldn't stop my own tears from flowing.

Caleb ignored my protests. He flung his arm back, shoving me away with brutal force.

A sharp pain shot through my lower back, and a vicious cramp seized my abdomen as a cold dread washed over me.

I slammed into the stone balustrade at the edge of the terrace.

Then it hit me. At this exact moment in my last life, I was already three weeks pregnant.

"Clara, your nephew tore Daphne's veil with a drone!" Daphne's mother, Mrs. Beaumont, stormed over, her face livid.

Biting my lip against the pain, I told her coldly, "Mrs. Beaumont, half an hour ago, your daughter was threatening to jump off a cliff. I was the one who convinced Caleb to go to her. In a way, I saved her life."

I paused, my gaze sharp as a shard of glass. "And let's not forget that twenty years ago, it was my father's architectural designs that saved your family's business from bankruptcy. When do you plan on repaying that debt?"

The color drained from Mrs. Beaumont's face. She opened her mouth to argue, but the judgmental stares of the surrounding guests silenced her.

I turned to Noah, the pain in my abdomen intensifying with each breath. "Noah, call an ambulance."

Noah immediately pulled out his phone.

Caleb was clearly startled. "What's wrong? I barely touched you."

"She's just putting on a show," Daphne sneered. "Looking for sympathy."

Caleb's frown deepened. "Is that true, Clara? I don't appreciate these games."

Just then, Daphne suddenly clutched her neck, her breathing growing ragged as she let out a pained gasp. "I… I think I'm having an allergic reaction… I can't breathe…"

She collapsed to the ground.

Caleb instantly forgot I existed, rushing to scoop her into his arms and yelling, "A doctor! Get a doctor!"

He carried Daphne through the crowd, his face a mask of frantic worry.

The medical helicopter arrived quickly.

Before I could say a word, Daphne's mother shrieked and ran toward the paramedics. "Doctor, save my daughter!"

Then, someone roughly shoved me aside. I looked up angrily to see Caleb holding Daphne.

"Clara, you fell," he stated, his voice devoid of emotion. "Daphne is in anaphylactic shock. They're not the same thing."

"Let her take the helicopter. I'll have my driver take you to the hospital."

The pain in my abdomen was becoming unbearable. I shook my head. "No! I need a doctor now!"

Daphne's mother rushed up to me and slapped me hard across the face. "You selfish bitch! How dare you fight my daughter for the helicopter!"

Caleb avoided my gaze. "Mrs. Beaumont is just worried, Clara. Be the bigger person."

And with that, he carried Daphne past me and onto the helicopter.

As the roar of the rotor blades faded into the distance, I collapsed to the ground in agony.

The next moment, someone pointed at my legs and screamed in horror, "Oh my God, she's bleeding! Look at all the blood!"