The wealthy family announced: Whichever of us—myself or Jocelyn Foster—bears the first grandson of the Hunter family will inherit the billion-dollar fortune.
In my previous life, Jocelyn married the physically strong Hector Hunter, arranged by her parents.
I married Oliver, who was wheelchair-bound with a gloomy personality.
Within a year of our marriage, Oliver Hunter regained the use of his legs, and I became pregnant with the Hunter family’s first grandson.
Jocelyn suffered abuse from Hector, lost her mind, and became the laughingstock of high society ladies.
On the day I went into labor, she stabbed my belly with a knife, then embraced me as we fell from a high-rise.
In this new life, Jocelyn snatched the golden bouquet Oliver had sent. "I want to marry Oliver!"
