In my past life, my fiancé Adrian knelt outside my home for three days, begging me to let his brother’s widow, Vivian, become his goomah. I refused. On our wedding day, Vivian killed herself, and Adrian blamed me for her death. After we married, he mercilessly threw me into international waters to feed the sharks. Reborn, I faced the same kneeling man and smiled. This time, I ended our engagement and let him have Vivian. Then I married Adrian’s older brother, Alessandro—the man everyone believed
