At a family gathering, my mother lays out photos of several men and asks which one I want to marry in an arranged match. This time, I don't choose Bradley Garvin again. Instead, I pull out a photo of my own and hand it to her—Terrence Garvin, the true head of the Garvin family. My mother is stunned; after all, I chased Bradley for years. What she doesn't know is that I married him in my past life. But he rarely came home. I always assumed he was too busy, and whenever anyone asked, I took all the blame. I only learned the truth on our twentieth wedding anniversary, when I accidentally broke open a box he kept locked in his closet. It turned out my sister was the one he'd always loved. He never came home because he didn't want to see me. Unexpectedly, on my wedding day, just as I'm about to slip a diamond ring onto Terrence's finger, Bradley loses his mind.