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I shattered a champagne tower worth millions at my own wedding, drenching the maid of honor in red wine.

My fiancé rushed over, cradling her with agonizing tenderness, and screamed that I had lost my mind.

I picked up the microphone and announced to the cream of New York society, "The wedding is off. I cannot allow the biological mother of my fiancé's child to stand beside me as a bridesmaid."

Everyone thought I was just a spoiled heiress throwing a tantrum. That is, until I turned around and personally sent my brother and my "best friend" to prison.

No one knew that this was the script of a rebirth—a second chance bought with the price of my tragic death in a previous life.