I stared at Jiang Xinyue, my fingers still curled tightly at my side, and one question kept repeating in my mind.
Why?
Why did she want to strangle me?
In my past life, Jiang Xinyue hated me because of Mo Yuzhen. He had been my husband, and she had been the woman standing in the shadows, jealous and resentful. That hatred had made sense back then.
But this life was different.
I had stayed away from Mo Yuzhen from the very beginning. I had avoided him, rejected him, and kept my distance as much as I could.
Yes, he had claimed he liked me. Yes, he had even proposed to me two days ago. But that was something only he and I knew.
And I knew him well enough to be certain of one thing. Mo Yuzhen would never go around boasting about proposing to me, especially not to Jiang Xinyue.
So where was this hatred coming from?
