Revenge After Death

"Are you happy?" Rachel threw the question back at me.

I pondered for a moment before responding, "Habit is a scary thing."

Glancing at the screen of my phone, I recalled how panicked I was when Steven declined my call.

Was I truly happy after getting married? Well... It felt like "happiness" was just beyond my grasp.

First, I was inexplicably murdered, then inexplicably resurrected... or rather, reincarnated into the body of a completely stranger woman. And, inexplicably, the person lying next to me was the person I had mistaken as the murderer - Steven.

It seemed as though all the dramatic events one could possibly experience had happened to me.

I couldn't help but wonder: if these things happened to someone else, how would they cope? Could they handle it better than me?

In such a tense, suspicious, and dangerous environment, I struggled to find a way to survive, let alone find happiness.

"I don't yearn for love anymore." Rachel shrugged. "I promised my mom to go on a blind date. It's at seven tonight, so I'll be leaving soon."

Though Rachel agreed to the blind date, I could tell she wasn't happy about it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I wanted to talk her out of it, but I didn't know how.

married soon, my mom is going to drive me crazy." Rachel

I have to get married as soon as possible. You know my mom.

school days, she

of what was best for her daughter, an approach that felt stifling

to take a bet too."

deep breath.

at me. belongs to .net

is my

silent, recalling what she had just told me a while ago: "Try trusting someone unconditionally for a change, will you?

even if she lost the bet, she had nothing to lose

picked up my

to take the bet... to try trusting him

call once again, sending me into

fallen into Yasmin's deception

for her

and noticed a car parked nearby. I was Zion's, I could tell at a

was evident

Rachel too, but the

seemed like prickly hedgehogs,

of hurting each