He Tore Our Marriage Certificate and Wished We'd Never Met. Given a Second Chance, I Handed Him Over to His True Love.

Synopsis

The husband who hated me most died in a roaring fire just to save my life. Moments before the flames consumed him, he tore our marriage certificate to shreds. "If there's a next life, I hope to God I never meet you." I finally understood the depths of his hatred. Three years prior, his close friend Victoria Ashford’s family had been swept up in a massive federal investigation. She’d begged him for help. But that day, he was with me at a church prayer service, missing his only window to save her. Victoria later took her own life in despair. Grant spent the next ten years punishing me for it. After his death, the crushing weight of the blame fell squarely on my shoulders. I couldn't take it anymore. I took a blade and slit my own throat. But instead of darkness, I opened my eyes to find myself standing ten years in the past—on the exact day Grant and I were supposed to get engaged. This time, I decided to give them exactly what they wanted.