Vivian Ashford had her entire family murdered by her scumbag husband in her previous life, and she herself was imprisoned and beaten to death!
She gritted her teeth: Fill the dimensional space with gold and grain, then drag those enemies out and kill them all over again!
Just as she was sharpening her knives, her cousin—who had married into the countryside in her past life—suddenly wanted to swap marriages with her, even throwing in a chest of gold as dowry?
Vivian Ashford's expression changed instantly: Only a fool would refuse!
Turns out the groom seemed to have mistaken her for someone else?
Whatever, might as well roll with it—this one looks even more handsome!
The man kept his cold face and drew a clear line: Fake marriage, don't get any ideas.
Vivian Ashford nodded: Fine, won't stop me from finding a pretty young thing later.
Later, the man pinned her against his chest with desperate force, his voice hoarse with accusation:
"Wife... look at me..."
Vivian Ashford was stunned: I almost had my puppy lined up, what are you doing?!
