Chapter 1

I was born with color blindness.

A fortune teller once said I had a dark aura that needed to be balanced by someone with strong positive energy. My dad, worried about my future, found seven guys who were said to have exceptionally bright auras. But among them all, my eyes were drawn to Marcus Sinclair—

Because in my black and white world, he was the only one in color.

I chose him.

But on our wedding night, he switched the boxes containing my medication. I usually relied on color to distinguish my pills, and as a result, I accidentally swallowed an overdose of sleeping pills, collapsing in convulsions.

Over the phone, he laughed coldly: "Lily Foster, Natalie is in the hospital because of you. It's time you taste the bitterness of despair."

As the clock ticked away, I counted down my final moments.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I was supposed to choose a husband.

This time, I dug my nails into my palm, refusing to look at Marcus Sinclair who stood in the most prominent position.

As my gaze swept across the corner, I suddenly remembered that in my previous life, after I died, only that quiet man had come to collect my body.

I raised my hand and pointed directly at him: "I choose him."