Chapter 2 Change The Past

Sigourney shifted slightly, then slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze swept over the intricate carvings on the ceiling before she shut her eyes again, wanting to drift back to sleep.

But suddenly, she sensed something was wrong.

She jolted upright, eyes wide in shock as she took in her surroundings.

She was in a luxurious space filled with expensive furnishings.

What caught her attention first was the familiar crystal bedside lamp, then the television, the heater, and the elegantly arranged furniture, all in harmonious colors.

This was a scene she knew well. But she was still in disbelief.

"Isn't this... my room?"

This was the bridal chamber she had shared with her husband, Theodore Wang.

But why was she here?

Hadn't she just been poisoned to death?

Panic surged through Sigourney as she threw off the covers and rushed into the bathroom.

She froze in front of the mirror, stunned by her reflection.

A youthful, delicate face.

Silky, lustrous hair.

Fair, flawless skin.

A petite yet breathtakingly alluring figure.

How was this possible?

She knew exactly how ravaged she had become after more than a month of torment.

Sigourney clutched her head, utterly lost as she stared blankly at the mirror.

Suddenly, a knock came from outside.

"Madam, breakfast is ready."

She opened the door, and standing before her was Aunt Miller-the woman who had always cared for her during her marriage to Theodore.

Sigourney stood frozen, her eyes starting to mist over.

"Madam... are you alright?"

Sigourney snapped out of her daze. Looking at Aunt Miller standing there, so vivid, so real...

"I understand. You go down first."

"Yes, madam."

Sigourney slowly stepped into the room and reached out to silence the blaring alarm on her phone.

She pressed it off, but the moment her eyes landed on the date displayed at the top of the screen, she was utterly stunned. This was six months ago!

"Could it be... Could it really be... that I'm still alive? Have I truly been reborn?"

Sigourney would live her life over again, one more time.

This was not a dream. She had returned to six months ago-when she was at her most beautiful, most radiant, and had the strongest pillar of support in her husband.

A faint smile curled on Sigourney's lips as she gazed thoughtfully out the window.

This time, she would make them pay. Every ounce of suffering she endured in her past life-she would reclaim it all, with interest. A hundred, a thousand times over.

At that moment, memories of her married life resurfaced. By this point in time, they had been married for over half a year, yet the number of times she had demanded a divorce was beyond counting.

Throwing things, climbing onto the balcony, pulling every trick in the book just to push Theodore to his breaking point and make him divorce her.

And every single one of those tactics had been orchestrated by her dearest younger sister.

Yet Theodore never wavered. He silently accepted everything, and after each of her outbursts, he would bring medicine to treat her wounds. But she would heartlessly throw it all away.

Looking back now, she realized how gentle he had been, how much he had cared for her-no matter how unreasonable she had been.

Sigourney stood up and glanced around. Though this was their bridal chamber, Theodore had never once spent the night here. Every time he set foot inside, she would fly into a rage.

So, in the end, he moved into his workroom to sleep, just to give her peace of mind.

Perhaps the first thing she should do in this life was open her heart and accept him.

The one person who had the power to protect, shield, and care for her.

Sigourney rose to her feet and stepped outside.

Let's go find him in the study.

The study door creaked open as Sigourney stepped inside.

Every single document was meticulously arranged, the furnishings sparse yet elegant.

Her gaze fell upon Theodore, fast asleep at his desk. He had probably worked late into the night and drifted off in exhaustion.

Theodore was the eldest son of the Wang family. Though his family was obscenely wealthy, he had refused to inherit their fortune and instead built his own empire from scratch.

Now, he owned a corporation that rivaled the Wang family's in power and influence. But sooner or later, that vast fortune would still end up in his hands.

The sky had almost fully brightened, with streaks of golden sunlight filtering through the blinds, casting a soft glow on Theodore's devastatingly handsome face.

The sharp angles of his features became even more pronounced, from his eyes to his lips-his entire being was simply a masterpiece.

Sigourney's face flushed red as she stared at the striking man before her. How had she never realized before just how breathtakingly handsome her husband was?

How foolish she had been to keep demanding a divorce.

The morning light grew brighter, causing Theodore to stir. As he blinked awake, his eyes landed on Sigourney standing beside him.

His brows knitted together slightly as he took in her flustered expression. Then, in his usual cold tone, he asked:

"You're looking for me?"

Sigourney jolted, nodding quickly before lowering her gaze, unable to meet his eyes. Her hands clenched tightly, unsure of how to start the conversation.

Theodore let out a soft sigh, frowning as he reached out to lift her delicate chin with his fingers. His voice was laced with irritation.

"If this is about the divorce again, forget it."

Sigourney saw the unwavering resolve in his gaze.

He wasn't even giving her a chance to speak, shutting down the idea from the very start to make her abandon the thought.

But divorce was something Sigourney would never consider again. She couldn't repeat the same mistakes of her past life, couldn't endure that agony all over again.

She shook her head firmly.

"No, it's not that."

Surprised by her response, Theodore's expression shifted into one of mild confusion.