I Let My Fiancé Have the Widow—Then I Married His Dead Brother

In my past life, my fiancé Adrian knelt for three days, begging me to let his brother’s widow Vivian become his goomah. I refused. On our wedding day, Vivian killed herself. Adrian blamed me, married me, then threw me into shark-infested waters. Reborn, I faced the same kneeling man and smiled. This time, I ended our engagement and let him have Vivian. Then I married Adrian’s older brother, Alessandro—the man everyone believed dead. But I knew he was alive. Now I will make them pay.