Summary
In the eighth year of my marriage, I encountered my first love and asked my billionaire husband for a divorce.
With the 2 billion assets my ex-husband divided with me, I remarried for love, only to be taken abroad by that person and cruelly murdered, then he returned home to inherit everything I had.
On the seventh day after my death, my grave was desolate, with only my ex-husband bringing a bouquet of white roses.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I met my first love.