Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 01

Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 01

My twin sister had to compete with me over everything.

When I chose the promising underdog at the matchmaking event, she went straight for the rich guy.

After the wedding, her rich husband turned out to be a macho controlling jerk. She had no say in anything, ended up miserable, and finally lost everything when he went bankrupt.

Meanwhile, my underdog husband built his career from nothing, worked hard, and made me a wealthy woman everyone envied.

My sister hated me for it. At his company’s listing gala, she stabbed me to death.

Then I opened my eyes, and we were back at the matchmaking event.

My sister sprinted toward the underdog. I walked toward the rich guy.

He looked at me with an icy expression. “Let’s get one thing straight. I’m old-school. I call the shots on everything in this house. And I can only give you three million a month.”

I was stunned.

Even if you knocked off two million, you still wouldn’t find a “boss” like this anywhere.

I’d had more than enough of the hard life in my past.

***

I hadn’t even shaken off the dizziness from blood loss when my sister dashed toward the shy boy in the corner like a rocket.

She laughed like she’d lost her mind. “A loving marriage, a life that turns hardship into happiness, all the good days from now on are mine.”

I scanned the room and quietly walked over to the rich guy. “I think he’s worth considering too.”

My sister curled her lip in disgust. “Worth considering? He’s a macho jerk. All he’s got is shady money.”

Funny thing was, I’d been poor my whole last life, so this time I just wanted someone rich.

I slapped my “interested” sticker onto Charles Montgomery’s chest and realized he was a full head taller than me. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, rugged vibe, exactly my type.

My face flushed as I turned to run off.

But I’d barely taken two steps when an iron grip closed around my arm. His face was stone cold.

“Let me be clear upfront. I’m a macho guy. I make the rules about everything in this house. And I can only give you three hundred thousand dollars a month.”

I was floored.

Looking at those long fingers wrapped around my arm, those defined muscles, I felt my heart race a little.

God, she had no idea how good she had it.

She walked away from a man like this, and all that money, just for “love”?

She had no idea how quickly poverty can grind romance into dust. She only saw the enviable side of my life.

She never saw my hands cracked raw from winter cold or my skin peeling from summer sun. She never saw me racing a scooter through the rain for miles just to grab inventory.

She never understood the years of leaving before dawn and coming home after dark.

She also didn’t know that no matter how much love you start with, daily grind wears it down. And when you finally get the tree you’ve been tending to bear fruit, someone else will swoop in and take it from you.

I’d had enough of the hard life.

This time, let her taste what that “sweet love” is really like.