No Thanks, I Won't Be Your Billion-Dollar Bride

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my husband suddenly raises his glass and says, "I never realized how pathetic you are."I stand frozen, unable to comprehend why he would say something so cruel."I paid less for you than for a maid. You've belonged to me for seven years, and you'll remain mine for the rest of your life. So, tell me, am I really expected to repay you like this?"His voice drips with exhaustion and bitterness."Compared to Heather, you're utterly worthless."Something inside me breaks.All of a sudden, the building shakes violently, and the chandelier crashes down. Without hesitation, he throws himself over me, shielding me instinctively.Though covered in blood, he smiles faintly and says, "I've paid what I owed you. If there's a next life, don't stoop so low again."Once his funeral is over, I leap from a 30-story building.When I open my eyes, I find myself back on that very day.His mother stands before me. With a marriage contract in hand, her expression drips with arrogance."Would you like to be my daughter-in-law? You'll gain 100 billion dollars in assets, as well as all the love and pampering you could want."I freeze in disbelief. After a long pause, I whisper, "No. I'm already engaged."