In a quiet hotel room, a man and a woman lay asleep on the same bed.The woman looked to be in her twenties—black hair, elegant features, and a naturally classy temperament.The boy beside her was ordinary by comparison, just an above-average-looking guy.
It was early morning.The clock on the bedside table ticked steadily… until the calm was shattered.
Thunder roared.
The boy's body suddenly trembled. His limbs twitched, his back arched, and for a brief moment, his entire body floated a few inches above the bed before crashing back down.
A faint, translucent soul-like figure appeared near the ceiling—then plunged downward, merging violently into his body.
His eyes snapped open.
Memories poured into his mind like a flood.
A blade pierces his chest.
A parachute failing to open, the sky spinning wildly.
Faces, voices, screams—then darkness.
His expression shifted uncontrollably—pain, confusion, fear, disbelief—as the two souls fused completely.
Across the bed, the woman stirred.
She opened her eyes slowly, her head dizzy and her thoughts scattered. The room was unfamiliar.
Nothing looked recognisable.
She tried to recall last night.
Fragments returned.
She had been at a meeting with Brian Group's Vice President, Davias. She had taken a sip of wine… and then dizziness struck like a wave. Her manager was nowhere nearby.
Then she remembered hearing Davias calling someone—Ethan—saying the plan had worked.
Fear surged through her.
She ran.
Somehow, in her blurred panic, she stumbled into this boy, who helped her escape. They ended up in this small hotel room, where she spent the night—drugged, overwhelmed, and barely conscious.
She turned toward him.
At first, anger flared. Who is he? What does he look like?
But the moment her eyes focused on him, the anger vanished.
He was shaking violently, drenched in sweat, his face twisted in extreme pain.
Her breath caught.
Did something happen to him?
She leaned toward him.
"Hey—wake up. Are you okay?"
No response.
She shook him gently—still nothing.
Worried, she grabbed her phone and made a call.
"Hello, Miss Wang, do you need anything?"
"Grace," she said quickly, "come near the Phoenix Hotel. Bring a doctor."
"Yes, Miss Wang."
She hurriedly dressed, then glanced back at the boy. He was still trembling, still sweating, still fighting something unseen.
"I don't know who you are… but you helped me, even if indirectly," she murmured. She sighed softly. "So I'll help you a little, too."
Her expression turned distant.
She thought of her parents pressuring her into marriage. She thought of Tristan—the boy who truly liked her.
Tears welled up.
"Tristan… I'm sorry. I won't be able to marry you now."
As the tear slipped down her cheek, the boy's expression—full of agony just moments ago—suddenly relaxed.
His breathing steadied.
His pain eased.
He opened his eyes abruptly and sat up straight.
His vision was blurry at first. Slowly, the shapes cleared, revealing the hotel room… and a woman standing in front of him.
She stared at him the moment he woke. Relief flashed across her face for half a second—then it disappeared, replaced by a cold, composed expression.
"It's good you're awake," she said calmly. "Last night happened because I was drugged."
She took out a card from her bag and placed it in front of him.
"Don't think about anything unnecessary. This card has one million. You will not tell anyone about this."
He blinked in confusion, still dizzy.
{What the fu*k? What is this woman talking about?}
He took the card automatically.
{One million… for what?}
Suddenly, pain exploded in his skull. He grabbed his head, groaning silently.
Evelyn froze.
She had heard something.
She had heard a voice.
But his lips hadn't moved.
Wait… he didn't say anything. So how did I hear that?
She studied him carefully. He was sweating, trembling, gripping his head as if it might split open.
Her cold expression flickered with a trace of concern.
After nearly a minute, the pain faded.
Clarity returned to his mind.
He stared at her, stunned.
{What? I've been reborn?!}
Her eyes widened sharply.
She heard it—clear as if he had spoken aloud.
Reborn?
Her shock was only beginning when another thought erupted from him.
{This is the day I rescued my wife, Evelyn Wang, from the Tang family's scheme. After that, I married her because her father found out.}
Her entire body stiffened.
Married? Her?
Impossible.
Before she could react, another thought struck like a slap.
{Why the f*ck do I have to see this wh*re again?}
Her breath caught.
A direct insult.
No one had ever spoken about her like that.
She burst out, "How d—"
But her words died instantly when she heard his next thought.
{This sl*t of Tristan Tang… why do I have to see her again?}
Her expression collapsed.
Tristan Tang?
Her heart froze.
He had been abroad for five years. She had never told anyone she liked him.
No one should know.
So how did this stranger know?
Her pulse raced.
Another thought crashed into her mind like thunder.
{Whatever. This life I'll live for myself. I'll watch this wh*re's disgusting family go bankrupt and get seized by that f*ck*r Tristan Tang's scheme.}
Her eyes widened to their limit.
Bankrupt? Seized?
By Tristan?
Her thoughts twisted in fear and disbelief.
No… Tristan would never. It must be a lie… a setup… someone framing him…
Yet a tiny crack of doubt formed.
Another thought followed.
{Wasn't last night's drugging arranged by Tristan Tang and her stepsister?}
Her breath stopped.
Last night…A scheme?
By Tristan?
Her heart felt like it was breaking piece by piece.
{I should leave before her father calls. He'll call any second.}
At that exact moment—
Her phone rang.
She stared at the screen.
It was her father.
She answered with trembling fingers.
"Evelyn!" her father roared. "Do you know what you've done? I just received a video of you entering a cheap hotel with a boy!"
She froze.
"You brought shame to the Wang family! Come home RIGHT NOW—with that bastard!"
Her eyes slowly lifted toward the boy.
Every thought he had. Every absurd claim. Every prediction.
All of it was coming true.
As her father continued shouting, the boy's thoughts burst again.
{No… I have to get out of here fast. Otherwise, I'll get trapped again in this b*tch*s' family drama. I'm not wasting my life for some cheap wh*re again.}
He looked at her, panic rising, and quickly began dressing.
But Evelyn Wang—hearing every word inside his mind—was burning with rage. Every insult, every curse, every humiliation pierced straight into her heart.
Her eyes turned red with suppressed fury.
Her fingers clenched so tightly that blood seeped from her palm.
Still, she said nothing.
She forced herself to remain calm.
Because she knew—If even part of what he claimed was true, then this absurd man was crucial to her future and her family's survival.
{No… I must control myself. I can't react to his insults.}
Her heartbeat trembled.
Now she felt it clearly.
He despised her completely. His disgust, his hatred, and his contempt were unmistakable.
I don't know what happened between us in that future he remembers… or what I did to make him hate me so much…
She inhaled deeply.
But for my family… I cannot let this man escape. I won't let him go—even if I have to use force.
Her resolve hardened.
The boy finished dressing, then paused, staring at the black card.
A memory flashed through his mind.
{Last life, I didn't take this. I said I'd be responsible. You said we came from different worlds and threw it at me.}
She heard it clearly.Her eyes shook.
Another thought followed.
{After our marriage, I gave it back. You claimed I agreed to marry you for money. For three years, I worked in your company to prove myself. I never took a penny from you, hypocrite sl*t.}
Her breath hitched.
There was no hatred on his face—only cold certainty. A certainty forged over a lifetime.
He continued.
{This life… this card will be my first capital. Consider it the reward for everything I sacrificed for you, b*tch. With this, I'll invest in future projects and live freely. And later, I'll stand at your grave and laugh.}
He slipped the card into his pocket and looked at her again.
Her eyes were red, trembling. A faint tear clung to the corner.
His thoughts were even colder.
Look at this sl*t. Easy to guess why she's angry… "My Tristan will never look at me."
He spat to the side and fixed her with a gaze colder than winter.
"Miss Wang," he said emotionlessly, "we're clear now. Don't worry—I won't come near you again. I'll take this money and keep my mouth shut."
His voice held no warmth.
Only cold disgust.
Evelyn Wang froze.
She had met countless people—rich heirs, arrogant businessmen, shameless pests.
But never—never—had she seen someone look at her with such pure contempt.
A gaze that told her:
She was nothing.
A disgusting existence.
Not worth mentioning.
Her heart trembled violently.
And that was how their first meeting ended—
A woman who now needed him to survive.
A man who wished she had never existed.