Chapter 1

I was arranged to marry into the billionaire Foster family, and my father's illegitimate daughter, Serena, was insanely jealous.

The day before the wedding, she drugged me and took my place as the bride who married into wealth.

When I woke up and made a fuss, I managed to drive Serena away.

I got my wish and married into the Foster family, but a year later, my husband threw me to a group of homeless men.

His eyes were vicious, his voice cold as ice.

"If I didn't still need your family's investment, humiliating Serena alone would warrant your death ten thousand times over. Now that your family is bankrupt, you're worth less than a dog."

Serena stood beside him, laughing softly.

"You humiliated me back then, so now atone for your sins in that beggar's den. I'll take good care of your position as Mrs. Foster."

I couldn't bear the humiliation and killed myself.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd returned to my wedding day.

I crawled out of bed and waited an hour before supporting my throbbing head and opening the door.

My mother was just walking back with a servant's support.

The tears of reluctance in the corners of her eyes hadn't dried yet when she looked up and saw me standing at the top of the stairs.

She froze in place, stunned.

My father frowned and was the first to react. "Miranda, what are you doing here?"

He pointed toward the door in shock. "Then who just got into the Foster family's wedding car?"

I clutched my chest with a frightened expression.

"What? Someone already took my place in the wedding car? Last night my sister said she couldn't bear to part with me before I got married, so she lit some calming incense for me. I took a few breaths and slept until now."

The once lively scene instantly fell silent. Everyone exchanged glances with varied expressions.

My mother staggered back several steps in anger, nearly fainting. She immediately ordered the servants to catch Mrs. Wilson, who was trying to escape through the crowd.

"Well, well! I was wondering why she clung to the bride's hand during the send-off, crying harder than me, her actual mother. I thought you were some kind of saint, but turns out you birthed this little bastard."

Mrs. Wilson knelt on the ground, her eyes darting around. She stammered, "Madam, I don't understand what you're saying. Miranda overslept and delayed the time. How can you blame my Serena for this?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the butler rushed over. "The Chase family's wedding car is already waiting at the door."

My mother's face turned cold. "Where is Serena? Bring her here immediately."

I lowered my head to hide the cold smile in my eyes.

Where else could she be? Obviously in Dominic Foster's bed.

When the marriage was arranged, Dominic Foster insisted on a traditional wedding, saying he wanted to honor family customs. He even hired an authority on tradition to personally supervise the ceremony.

The bride wore a veil the entire time.

By now, they'd probably already completed the ceremony and entered the bridal suite.

Seeing the triumphant look Mrs. Wilson couldn't quite hide at the corner of her mouth, I became even more certain.

This mother-daughter pair really knew how to scheme.

Years ago, Mrs. Wilson was our family's nanny. She drugged my father, climbed into his bed, and gave birth to Serena, enjoying the wealthy lifestyle.

Now Serena had drugged me, stolen my identity, and taken my place marrying into wealth. The rice was already cooked.

She left me only one option: to pick up the marriage arrangement she didn't want and marry into the Chase family instead.

The Chase family was a newly rising commercial power in recent years. They didn't have the deep foundations of old money families, but they were aggressive, with involvement in all sorts of emerging industry projects.

Unfortunately, the person in charge was disabled.

My father had sharp business instincts, which was why he'd arranged Serena's marriage to the Chase family.

If the Chase family succeeded, Serena could rise with the tide and become a wealthy lady living in luxury. If they didn't succeed, with the Sutton family as a strong backer, she wouldn't suffer any grievances either.

But she didn't understand our father's good intentions. She pulled a switcheroo and forced her most despised marriage arrangement onto me.

If I agreed, tonight the news that the Sutton family's legitimate daughter married a disabled man would spread throughout the entire social circle.

The entire Sutton family would become the laughingstock of high society.

In my previous life, she used this exact move to keep me trampled beneath her feet forever.

But with my parents backing me up, I made a scene at the wedding.

The Foster family still needed the Sutton family's help, so they forcibly threw Serena out of the bridal suite.

I got my wish and became Mrs. Foster, and Dominic Foster treated me like a precious treasure.

Back then, I didn't know that this man who seemed to give me his whole heart had already gotten Serena pregnant, working together from inside and out.

Just waiting for the right moment to completely destroy the Sutton family.

The servants' shocked cries interrupted my thoughts. "Madam, Serena isn't in her room. Her wedding dress and veil are still here, but she took all the dowry with her."

"Also, I found some things in Serena's room..."

My father picked them up and looked. They were photos of Serena and Dominic Foster together.

His face turned iron with rage.

He threw the photos hard at Mrs. Wilson's face.

"This is the good daughter you raised! She's disgraced the entire Sutton family!"