As per the initial agreement, those who weren't chosen to marry Adrian were expected to pack up and leave the estate. It wasn't really a bad deal for us. After all, these were the terms when the Quirrels took us in.

Excited, I returned to my room and began packing the few belongings I had. After years of staying in the estate, I had very few things that were truly mine, except a handful of clothes and some daily necessities.

As I wheeled my modest suitcase toward the door, I was stopped by two bodyguards dressed in black.

Adrian stood in the doorway and said coldly, "You'll stay in this room until my wedding's over."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Adrian, what do you mean? Didn't you already choose Emily?"

He slowly approached me and smiled coldly.

"Nevertheless, you're not going anywhere. For all I know, you'll find some way to ruin my wedding," he said.

My stomach dropped at his words.

"Just let me leave. I won't cause any trouble for your wedding, I swear. The last thing I ever wanted was to be your wife."

Adrian scoffed. "You've been reborn, too, haven't you? In your past life, you schemed to have Emily killed to secure your position as Mrs. Quirrel. How could I ever trust someone as vicious as you?"

He actually believed I was responsible for Emily's death.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I retorted. "I've never harmed anyone."

"Stop pretending to be innocent," Adrian snapped. He stepped forward and looked at me with utter contempt.

"She texted me before she died and said you were the reason. The fact that you always bullied her was bad enough, but then you married me and still refused to stop tormenting her."

My chest tightened with rage. The accusation was utterly absurd.

Emily and I had grown up in the same rundown orphanage. Since she was older and bigger than me, she spent every day tormenting me with a group of followers. How could I possibly be the one bullying her?

In my past life, I only learned the truth about Emily's death from the Quirrel family housekeepers who handled her body. The cause of her death was a drug overdose at an underground party.

Lydia still felt some attachment to Emily, whom she had taken in. To protect the Quirrel family's reputation, she claimed that Emily had committed suicide due to depression.

I couldn't believe Adrian was unaware of the truth. Just because of a few lies from Emily, he treated me and the children with such cruelty.

I let out a bitter laugh.

"So whatever she said must be true?" I shot back. "I had no reason to hurt her, and I have no interest in you now. Just let me leave."

Adrian didn't believe me.

"Of course, you had a reason. You pretended to be meek and pitiful just to win my family's favor and marry me, right?

"Emily told me you found someone to swap your birth chart with hers so you would get the reading that said you carried a healing energy."

Emily lied through her teeth, yet Adrian believed her without verifying it.

"That's ridiculous," I said flatly. "I don't believe in any of that nonsense, let alone know how to alter it."

His face darkened instantly.

"Shut up! I won't let you slander her. She was perfect. You're the one who would stoop to anything to climb higher. I'll never believe a word you say.

"You'd better behave and stay put. Before the wedding, don't even think about stepping out of this room."

With that, he turned and left.

The two bodyguards immediately stepped forward and blocked the doorway like a solid wall.

I watched Adrian's retreating figure, with a cold dread settling deep in my chest. He was completely blinded by Emily. His hatred for me ran so deep that he trusted her word over his own eyes and judgment.

I was trapped in this room, just like in my past life when I was locked in the basement.

"What game are you playing now?" Adrian asked, swinging the door open. He stood silhouetted in the doorway, the hall light glaring behind him.

My hunger strike these past few days had finally forced him to come. As I pushed myself up weakly, a sharp pain twisted in my stomach, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Let me out. I don't want to stay here."

Adrian said with a frown, "I've already warned you not to cause trouble on my wedding day. Your hunger strike is pointless."

A self-deprecating smile tugged at my lips. "You think too highly of me, Adrian. I value my life far more than you ever do."

He seemed taken aback by my response, then paused for a second before snorting dismissively.

"After I marry Emily, I might even grant you the status of a mistress. Stay put and don't cause any trouble. But you're not allowed to appear in front of Emily or say anything that might upset her."

Was he actually trying to humiliate me with an offer like that? What had I been thinking, falling for a scumbag like him?

Every word out of his mouth now turned my stomach. I couldn't even remember the boy who used to sneak me candy or stand up for me when I was bullied. The man before me now was as disgusting as a sewer rat.

I didn't have the strength to argue now. All I wanted was to leave and not waste my time bickering with Adrian.

"I don't want any 'title' from you. But if you insist on keeping me here, at least provide me with proper food. Stop trying to disgust me with spoiled leftovers."

Adrian's frown deepened.

"That's impossible. Emily herself gave specific instructions to the maids about your meals. She specifically told me she was concerned you wouldn't eat properly, so she prepared three dishes and a soup for every one of your meals."

What a shameless liar.

I took a deep breath and gestured at the food container on the floor.

"Tell your man to open it, and see for yourself," I said weakly, with a touch of sarcasm. "Take a good look at your so-called 'three dishes and a soup' you keep talking about."

Adrian's eyes were full of impatience and disgust.

"What are you playing at? Do you think this will get my attention? Claire, is this the best you can do—resorting to such petty tricks?"

But he still walked over and signaled to one of the bodyguards with a glance.

The bodyguard immediately stepped forward and opened the food container with obvious disgust. An immediate, overpowering stench of rot filled the room.

Even Adrian seemed taken aback by the sight. For a brief moment, uncertainty flickered in his eyes.

Just then, a clear, sweet voice rang out from the hallway. "Adrian, I personally made Claire's favorite dishes."

Emily stepped into the room, carrying a brand-new thermal lunchbox.

"I heard she hasn't been eating, and it breaks my heart," Emily said.

As she spoke, she opened the container, releasing the inviting aroma of freshly prepared food.

The moment he saw what she had brought, all doubt vanished from Adrian's face. His expression hardened once more into pure contempt for me.

"Trying to frame Emily again? Look at the food she brought for you, then look at this disgusting mess you created. What else can you possibly say?"

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she choked out, "I knew Claire would complain about the food. But if she's left it out for days, of course, it would spoil."

"Don't cry. Forget about Claire. Let her starve for all I care."

Adrian spoke softly to comfort Emily, but he glared daggers at me.

A cold numbness settled deep within me. He refused to believe a word I said, even with the evidence right before him. I couldn't just sit here and wait for death. I needed to find a way out.

"I want to see Mrs. Quirrel," I said, my voice weak but firm.

Adrian asked with a sneer, "What now? Are you planning to tattle on us again?"

I met Adrian's gaze without a trace of fear.

"You're right. If you don't bring Mrs. Quirrel over, I'll kill myself right here. I'll turn your wedding into a funeral."

Adrian's face darkened, and his hand shot out to clamp around my throat.

"How dare you!"

I stared at him fearlessly, with open contempt. In my past life, my fear of him and my desperate need for his approval led to that terrible end.

But now, I am no longer afraid. What was the worst Adrian could do? Kill me?

I instinctively struggled as Adrian's hand tightened around my throat. Just when I thought he was about to strangle me to death, a sharp voice rang out.

"Adrian, let her go this instant. What on earth are you doing?"

His grip on my neck loosened slightly, and I took the opportunity to gasp for air.

Lydia stood at the doorway with a stern expression. Beside her was Susan Keller from the villa next door.

Lydia glared at Adrian before forcing a strained smile toward her guest.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gillan. Please excuse the commotion." Lydia smiled awkwardly, then grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet.

"She's the young woman I told you about. Her name is Claire Milton, the one the astrologer said has a healing presence."

The moment I saw Susan's face, memories from my past life surged back. Her only son, Charlie Gillan, apparently died of cancer the night before my wedding.

Her eyes were hollow with grief, but when she looked at me, a fragile spark of hope flickered within. She reached out and clasped my hand tightly.

"Ms. Milton, I know my request sounds inappropriate… But my son's critically ill. The doctors say there's nothing more they can do."

Tears silently rolled down Susan's cheeks as she continued, "I'm out of options. I've reached a point where I'm willing to try anything.

"Please marry my son. Your chart holds the kind of healing energy he needs to stay alive. Will you agree to do this? All I ask is that you help him stay alive."

A sudden insight flashed through my mind.

"I will," I said.

Charlie was a well-known gentleman in the community, known for his modesty. A man like him didn't deserve such a fate. Besides, marrying him would mean my freedom from Adrian.

As soon as I said that, Adrian, who had been standing nearby with a sullen expression, shouted, "What the hell are you talking about? I won't allow it."

He lunged toward me, but Lydia grabbed his arm. "Adrian! What are you doing?"

Adrian ignored his mother and stared at me intently. "Claire! How dare you agree to this?"

I smiled coldly. "Why wouldn't I?"

As though fearing I might change my mind, Susan quickly pulled out a marriage contract from her bag. I knew what the document was because I had signed one before in my past life.

"The astrologer said, as soon as you sign here, your stars will immediately align with Charlie's. You… You have to sign… Please."

I took the pen without hesitation and signed my name.

As I finished the final stroke and lifted my gaze, I met Adrian's venomous gaze. I could see it clearly now—the signs of his decline were written on his face, darker and more defined than ever before.

"Claire… Milton… You bitch, how dare you betray me!" he roared.

He was about to lunge at me when his body suddenly froze. He clutched his chest, and his face contorted in agony. Then, he coughed up a torrent of crimson blood.