Chapter 2

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in Jasper's bed.

Instinctively, I touched my body and was astonished to find the surgical scar was gone.

I immediately grabbed the phone from the bedside table and found the date was actually a week earlier.

I distinctly remembered dying on the operating table. Could this be a rebirth?

I weakly got out of bed, clearly having had a tumultuous night before.

At this moment, Daphne had already moved into my house, citing illness.

As I passed by Daphne's room, I deliberately slowed my pace.

I overheard an anxious voice inside: "Why hasn't Jasper let me take Lydia's kidney yet? Does Jasper still love that woman? What's the next part of the storyline..."

Hearing this, I was stunned. So, I'm the protagonist of a romance novel, with Jasper as my childhood sweetheart and the male lead I eventually marry.

And Daphne is just a disposable female antagonist meant to develop my relationship with Jasper. Her end is a tragic death on the street.

But she woke up early, twisted all the plot lines, and walked through the story that was originally mine.

In the end, because she couldn't fight the script and realized Jasper still liked me, she arranged for me to die on the operating table.

I couldn't help but smile wryly. How fascinating, truly fascinating!

I stared fixedly at that door: "In the last life, you knew my path ahead of time and killed me first. But this life, I know too. My dear sister, let's see who wins."