From Rooftop Falls to Second Chances

That was why she looked down on all of us so arrogantly. Just because this marriage was tied to a dog, was it really as simple as everyone thought?

Sure enough, less than two days later, Susan Moore came dazzlingly dressed, handing out invitations. As she walked toward my desk, she glanced at me with a superior smile.

"Lena, you must be dying to attend my luxurious wedding, right? After all, not everyone gets such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

I replied coldly, "Susan, I heard Mr. Grant is abroad. You haven't even met him yet and you're rushing to hold a wedding? Don't you think it's a bit hasty?"

She cut me off with a smirk.

"Heh, I've seen Grant's photos. He's handsome and wealthy. Why wouldn't I marry him?"

"My mother-in-law said that although the timing is rushed, what should be, will be. Looks like you're just sour grapes!"

I didn't bother responding further. I reached out for the invitation she was holding, but she jerked it away.

"It's yours if you polish my shoes first."

I wasn't particularly interested in the invitation. I had other questions and I wanted to sneak into the hotel to check things out.

A moment later, I was crouched down shining her shoes. When Susan saw me groveling, she laughed aloud.

"Not bad at all!"

Then she kicked me lightly on the shoulder, put on her sunglasses and left.

The wedding day arrived and the scene was set just as I remembered from my past life. As before, the groom missed his flight and the whole room was buzzing with gossip.

Before Jessica Grant could say anything, Susan took the initiative to complete the ceremony herself. Jessica didn't expect Susan to be so agreeable and said what she needed to say, then immediately transferred ten million dollars to her.

Since Grant wasn't there, the banquet ended with Susan alone, holding the dog, in the new hotel suite.

I quietly opened the phone monitoring app, matching my memories from my previous life and while no one was paying attention, I slipped in to install surveillance devices.

On the footage, Susan watched the numbers scrolling on her phone and smiled broadly. Then Jessica walked in, urging her to drink some milk and rest early.

Soon, Susan fell asleep without even changing clothes. In my previous life, I also drank milk and fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to find my clothes scattered on the floor and bruises all over my body. Now, I knew exactly what had happened after falling asleep.

Suddenly, something appeared on the wall of my new room, making me gasp in shock.

A shadowy figure appeared, a man's silhouette moving violently against Susan's form, quickly stripping off her clothes.

His face was twisted with lust and he muttered curses under his breath.

"It's been so long since I tasted a woman's scent. This suffocates me."

"This fine skin, this tender flesh, your hair smells so good... Brother will take good care of you..."

Then, as if recalling something, he slapped Susan hard.

"Bitch, you dared to kick me three times? I'll settle you today!"

Though it was just a shadow, Susan's face showed red marks where the blows had landed.

The voice was familiar and as I observed the shadow carefully, I realized it looked a lot like Grant from the photo.

In my previous life, I had some physical irregularities and asked Jessica Grant about it. She told me her son, Grant, had come home at night but had important business and flew away again after his encounter with me.