I Rejected Him, Then Married His Brother

In my past life, my fiancé knelt for three days and three nights, begging me to reject him so he could marry Katherine—the widow his dead brother left behind. I refused. So Katherine swallowed silver on our wedding night and took her own life. My fiancé hated me to the bone. In the end, he forced wolfsbane down my throat with his own hands and wanted my body hanged at the entrance of my pack.

In this life, I smiled and said the words: “I reject you.”

My fiancé was overjoyed, believing he could finally live happily ever after with his Katherine.

What he didn't know—

I turned around and married his “dead” brother.

When that cold corpse returned to the pack, covered in glory, everyone's face changed.

This time, I'll make them kneel and watch who the real winner is.