“My fiancé returned from the front lines as a celebrated war hero, and the entire estate was buzzing with excitement. But he didn't come back alone. He walked into the drawing room fingers laced with a fierce female general. In front of all the servants, he publicly broke our engagement. "The war changed me. I need a true warrior by my side, not a porcelain doll," he announced coldly. His mother then demanded I swallow the humiliation gracefully and leave my massive dowry behind to fund their lavish, debt-ridden lifestyle. In my past life, I was too weak. I cried, begged, and let them drain my family's wealth. I watched helplessly as they used my gold to build their glory, while my uncle was killed and my entire family was dragged into absolute ruin. They thought I was just a stepping stone they could discard and leech off forever without any consequences. Opening my eyes again, I was back in the drawing room on the exact day he brought his new lover home. Instead of fainting in despair, I smiled and calmly wished them well. Then, I immediately ordered all my businesses to cut off the Terrell family's funding, packed up my dowry, and rode straight to the Royal Court. This time, I chose to be the express train sending them to hell.”