Reborn After They Cut My Dress and Stole My Fiancé

On the day I was supposed to meet my future husband, my mother "fixed" my collar—and secretly snipped the thread holding my dress together.

At the Sterling manor, I bent down to change my shoes. The side of my dress burst open. I stood there, exposed and humiliated, while my adopted sister, Maya, draped her designer coat over me like a saint.

She got the marriage contract. I got exiled to a frozen farm.

In my past life, I froze to death in a drafty shack, watching Maya live the life meant for me.

Now I'm reborn.

My mother is smiling again, reaching for my waist with those same scissors.

This time, I don't freeze. I don't beg. I don't apologize.

I grab her hand—and make her stab herself instead.