Thirty-two years old, that year, Truda Alerander died.
The one who killed her, was none other than her loving and considerate husband, Luther Childe.
The man did everything to make sure she would surely die. With a dagger in hand, he repeatedly stabbed it into her vitals, all whilst spitefully shouting, "Truda, I never loved you. In bed, you're just like a dead fish, you really make me sick..."
Dead fish? Sick?
With her eyes wide open, Truda shed tears as the pain from his words hurt her more than the knife inside her.
"Didn't you say you loved me enough to die for me? Then die for me! Sabrina and I would thank you!" Luther's frosty voice zipped past her ears, the knife in his hands plunging deep into her heart. As he withdrew the knife, fresh blood splashed out.
The fresh blood smeared on his gentle and handsome face, morphing him into a monstrous figure. Heartless and ruthless.
The corners of his mouth were coldly tilted…as if, the one he killed was not his beloved wife of ten years, but a mere beast.
Truda died with her eyes wide open.
Until her last breath, she was staring at that man, swearing that even in death, she would take this hatred to hell. She would never forget this hatred, never!
They had been husband and wife for ten years.
The two of them were childhood sweethearts, a match made in heaven in the eyes of others.
She had been talented and intelligent since childhood, a bona fide noble lady.
Yet after marrying Luther, she decided to devote herself to looking after the household, and teaching their child. So she reduced her appearances in public, always serving as the woman behind him, utilizing family connections to support his career.
Who would have thought, Luther would brutally secure her death, even killing her entire family just for his mistress?
How could she not harbor hatred?
Yet, she who was supposedly dead, opened her eyes once again amidst a deafening crash!
"Ahhh!"
She stared blankly at the scene before her. At this moment, she was in a luxury car with her best friend Nydia Waters, involved in a car accident with another car.
Two cars were strewn across the mountain road, but thankfully, everyone was unharmed; only shocked beyond belief.
But, hadn't she died?
Truda glanced at the rear-view mirror, when she watched her own youthful and beautiful face, she had almost forgotten to breathe...
This was her face from 10 years ago!
She then remembered, this was her when she was 22 years old, not long before she married Luther.
Thank Heavens!
She managed to go back in time, before her wedding...
Truda bit her lower lip tightly and reluctantly returned to reality.
At this moment, the man whose car had hit hers had gotten out of his vehicle. He stood in front of her car, looking at her with a faint smile.
This man, named Justin Lindberg, was the youngest of the four great families in the Buffington, the third son of the Lindberg family.
Underneath the man's handsome face was a body that made one's heart race. His broad shoulders and narrow waist, hidden underneath his clothing were strong muscular lines; With such good attributes, it made him the most attractive man at the top of the food chain in Winfred.
But just such an exceptional and attractive man, he was renowned throughout the Winfred as a pampered and prodigal son, with a debauchery life. He has slept with countless women, living an extravagant life of excess that left people astonished.
"Miss Alerander, what's that? You've fallen for me?"
With Truda staring at him so intensely, there was a slight frivolity in the tone of Justin. Yet even with these nonchalant words, it still sounded charming in the way he spoke.
Truda was taken aback for a moment, quickly realizing in her heart - this man was Luther's biggest rival!
In her past life, Luther had battled with him for a decade, always losing in the end…
The enemy of an enemy…was an ally.
"Yes." She suddenly spoke.
