I was slain by the husband I cherished with all my heart, pierced by the blade wielded by my own disciple. In my final moments, as my breath ebbed away, Matthias’ voice caressed my ear gently. “Teacher, may your next life know no regrets.”
And as consciousness slipped away, I awoke, transported seven years into the past, reborn as the twin sister of the woman my husband had coveted. Was it divine intervention or a second chance? I couldn’t discern, but one thing was clear—I refused to endure such suffering again.
This time, vengeance would be mine. Traitors would face retribution. To ensure their reckoning, I needed Matthias. “The hand you should have held first belonged to your disciple,” his words echoed in my mind. If only I had reached for your hand first, would my fate have changed?
Wait for me, Matthias. I am on my way to you, here and now.
