My Best Friend's Fiancé Is My Ex-boyfriend1

After confiding in my best friend about the pain of my relationship, she advised me to break up.

But then she got engaged to my ex-boyfriend, claiming it was her way of getting revenge for me.

She sold their marital home, saying it was to compensate me on behalf of her husband.

Using his ID, she took out online loans to pay for male escorts, insisting it was to help me move on from my heartbreak.

The night before her wedding, she went out into the wild with three men for a thrilling game that left her paralyzed from the waist down. She said it was because I got her drunk out of jealousy.

I was taken to a remote mountain by her husband, where I endured endless suffering.

After my eleventh miscarriage, I ended my own life.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the night before her wedding.

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Every time Daisy went out at night to have fun, she always told her husband, Henry, that she was worried about me being alone.

Henry would then call me countless times to check on Daisy.

At first, I was furious, but eventually, I became numb to it. I couldn't understand why the whereabouts of his fiancée, who had broken up with me a year ago, were any of my concern.

Eventually, I blocked his number.

If it weren't for the fact that he stormed into my house with a group of bodyguards in my previous life, I wouldn't have known that Daisy had painted me as a complete wreck after the breakup.

After my rebirth, my phone wouldn't stop ringing.

All the calls were from unfamiliar numbers. I knew it was Henry, using other people's phones to interrogate me.

I answered with a cold expression, and his fury exploded through the receiver.

"Rachel, don't I, the one paying for it, deserve to know about the bachelorette party you threw for Daisy?

"Open your damn eyes and look at the time! Don't you know our wedding is tomorrow? How long do you plan to keep her out?

"It's over between us! Even if you ruin the wedding, I still won't give you a second glance! Daisy's already transferred millions to your account, enough for you to live comfortably for ten lifetimes. This is your last chance to bring her back safely, or don't blame me for what happens next!"

His shouting nearly burst my eardrums.

There wasn't a trace of affection left in his voice.

"Just a year ago, we were talking about marriage.