I Was Reborn at My Wedding to Expose Her

Summary

When I opened my eyes, I was back at my wedding. My maid of honor stood on stage, mic in hand, wearing a sly smirk. "I'm so happy for her," she announced, "though just last month, she was in the OB/GYN clinic VIP ward. I honestly thought she would never marry."

The hall erupted in whispers. Everyone stared at me. She covered her mouth, pretending innocence. "Oh, I am just joking. Do not read into it."

In my past life, those words destroyed me. I had tried to explain it was only cyst removal, but she laughed it off. "Sure, and that needed a man’s signature? Just a joke.