In my last life, I thought Henry was the man God prepared for me. The perfect husband. The best man. The answer to every prayer I whispered at night. I was a fool. It was never God who sent him. It was the devil , Henry himself. And lying beside him, in my own marriage bed, was my best friend, smiling while I died inside. He promised me heaven, but he dragged me to hell. Now I am reborn. And in this life, I don't do love. I don't do wife. I don't do broken hearted. In this life, men like Henry don't get to marry me. They beg me. They kneel for me. They become my playthings. My game ,My revenge. My rules.