In the Past Life, the Cunning Heir's Blind Box Wife Choice Led to My Death; In This Life, I Switch the Blind Box to Marry His Prodigal Younger Uncle

In my past life, I was the one he chose, becoming the most humiliated bride at the wedding.

Everyone thought I'd struck gold, that my luck was beyond belief.

Only I knew it was a complete and utter nightmare.

The night before the wedding, his 'white moonlight' had drunk herself to death, overwhelmed by grief.

The next day, his eyes blazing red, he accused me of "killing her" and personally dragged me to hell.

In the bridal suite, he whipped my back, lash after lash, screaming another woman's name.

"You stole her place, now you'll feel her pain."