Inside the lavish VIP room of the bridal boutique, soft lighting cast a warm glow over rows of stunning dresses. The whole place radiated a dreamy, romantic vibe.

But all of that came crashing down the moment Calliope stepped out of the fitting room.

She hadn't tried on a single gown. Still wearing her simple off-white dress from earlier, there was not even a flicker of excitement on her face - just a layer of exhaustion and unmistakable detachment.

Eleanor Carmody, waiting nearby on the sofa, quickly stood up and took her daughter's hand, worry flickering in her eyes. "What's wrong, Calliope? Not in the mood because Lucien hasn't shown up yet?"

She gently patted Calliope's hand, trying to soothe her. "Don't stress, sweetie. Men always put work first. I'll call him, remind him what's important. No matter how busy he is, this wedding stuff can't wait."

She reached into her purse for her phone.

"Mom, don't bother." Calliope lightly stopped her, pressing her fingers to her mother's wrist. "If he's not coming, that's fine."

She paused, her gaze landing briefly on the expensive main bridal gown displayed nearby, a sharp, almost imperceptible twinge of pain flashing across her eyes. "I don't feel like trying anything on either."

Eleanor froze, then let out a small chuckle, thinking her daughter was just sulking.

Smiling fondly, she reached up to smooth an already neat lock of Calliope's hair. "Don't be silly, sweetheart. You're just saying that out of spite. The wedding's only two days away - how can you not try the dress on? If Lucien can't make it today, we'll just come back tomorrow. I'll be with you, and I promise, you'll be the most beautiful bride ever."

"I'm not coming back tomorrow either," Calliope said, lifting her eyes to meet her mother's gaze head-on. "Mom, I'm not going to marry Lucien."

The words hit Eleanor like a thunderclap. Her smile froze, eyes widening in disbelief. "Calliope! Do you even hear yourself? That's not something you joke about!"

"Did you two have a fight? It's normal for couples to argue - you can't just jump to breaking off the engagement over one squabble. Everyone can see how caring and thoughtful Lucien is with you... he's been near perfect-"

"Caring and thoughtful? Perfect?"

Calliope repeated the words silently, a bitter taste rising in her throat like blood mist.

Yeah... That was the same polished act that had fooled her for seven whole years last time around. All that love and tenderness led straight to her hospital bed - and her final breath.

Just thinking about how her mom got into that car crash on the way to what was supposed to be her "perfect wedding" in her past life made Calliope feel like her heart was being squeezed to a pulp-she could barely breathe from the pain.

She couldn't let history repeat itself. Not again.

"Mom, this isn't me losing it." Calliope grabbed Eleanor's hand tightly, her voice trembling despite her effort to steady it. "I know exactly what I'm doing. I have to call off this wedding."

"But why? There has to be a reason!" Eleanor's worry and panic bled into her voice as it got louder, "Calliope, just talk to me. Did something happen between you and Lucien? Did he do something to hurt you?"

She couldn't wrap her head around it. Just yesterday her daughter had looked genuinely happy-now it was like she'd flipped overnight.

In everyone's eyes, Lucien was basically the gold standard of a fiancé-great background, successful, good-looking, and more importantly, had been ridiculously devoted to Calliope for ten years straight.

Even when the Godfreys ran into trouble with business recently, it was Lucien who quietly stepped in and helped them out.

This engagement wasn't just about love. In many ways, it was tied to the future of the whole Godfrey family.

Seeing the sheer confusion and concern in her mother's eyes, Calliope felt as if she were being grilled alive.

How was she supposed to explain the truth? That she'd been reborn and knew Lucien would ruin her life and destroy their whole family in seven years?

No way her mother would believe that. She'd just think she'd lost her mind.

The weight of what she knew, and the fact she couldn't share it, nearly crushed her. She opened her mouth, hesitated, then settled on a simple-but firm-reply: "It doesn't matter why. Mom, just trust me this one time. Lucien is not a good man. If I go through with this, our family's going to face total disaster."

"Disaster?" Eleanor stared at her, completely thrown off by the fear and intensity in her daughter's eyes-a look she'd never seen before. "Calliope, are you sure you're not just burnt out or... imagining things? Lucien would never..."

Right then, a faint buzzing broke through the tension. Calliope's phone vibrated on the coffee table. The caller ID lit up-Lucien.

Her gaze went ice-cold in an instant.

In that previous life, this exact call had been his excuse-saying he had to postpone trying on wedding outfits because of some urgent work thing. In reality, he'd been off shopping for a gift for Angelina.

And the old her had actually bought the lie.

Under her mom's questioning stare, Calliope picked up the phone and hit the speaker button without hesitation as she answered.

"Calliope," Lucien's rich, smooth voice came through, tinged with a bit of guilt, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can make it to the fitting. Also... our wedding might have to be called off."

Lucien's words were like a dagger, stabbing Calliope right in her most vulnerable spot.

Even though she'd already experienced the sting of betrayal once and come back determined to cut all ties, hearing him-actually hearing him-rush to dump her for another woman still knocked the breath out of her. That sharp, bone-deep pain came rushing back just like before.

"Why?"

The word slipped out before she even realized it, voice shaking, tinged with a desperation she hated herself for.

But what was she even hoping for? That maybe he'd feel guilty? That maybe he'd at least try to let her down gently?

Lucien was silent on the other end for a beat before he finally said, "Calliope, I think you deserve the truth now. I never loved you... not that way. It's always been Angelina. Only her."

"I used to think maybe love would grow between us, like we could learn to make it work. But then just now... Angelina nearly got hurt. In that moment, I knew. I can't lose her. I can't have anything around her that could hurt her or shake her peace. I have to eliminate every threat. Calliope, I'm sorry, but I can't lie to you-or myself-anymore. I love her. And no matter what happens, I'm not letting her go."

Eliminate. That's the word he used.

So this is what she was now? A problem to be cleared out?

That one word made her blood run cold. Her whole body froze.

But colder still was the terrifying thought that burst into her mind-fast and clear as lightning:

In her previous life, even when Lucien hated her enough to kill her, he never admitted loving Angelina. He always wore that mask of kindness, never let her see through it... until it was too late.

But now, this Lucien-he wasn't hiding a thing. He sounded relieved. Like he'd just dodged death itself.

Suddenly, everything clicked.

What if... what if he had been reborn too?

What if that's why he was in such a hurry to call it off and run back to Angelina? Because he got another shot, and this time, he wasn't going to waste it.

The thought exploded in Calliope's head, shaking her to her core.

All the pain, the betrayal, the helplessness she felt in that past life came flooding back, boiling inside her like lava.

If Lucien really had come back too... did that mean he thought he could just hurt her all over again? That, for Angelina, he could treat her like nothing for a second time?

Her chest was so tight with rage and heartache, she could barely breathe.

She opened her mouth, ready to throw his words back at him-

But before she could say a thing, the fury that Eleanor had held in finally snapped.

"Lucien!" Eleanor grabbed the phone from her daughter in a flash. Her usual elegant voice was sharp and thunderous now, practically shaking with rage.

"Say that again, I dare you!"

Eleanor's chest heaved, her carefully maintained face flushed with anger. "You've been in love with that Angelina this whole time? Then what the hell was all this with Calliope for? What about everything you promised when your family came to propose? Was all that just a game to you?"

Her voice trembled with emotion, each word forced out with barely-contained rage.

"Lucien! What has the Godfrey family ever done to wrong you? What part of my daughter isn't good enough for you? How could you treat her like some kind of fool?! If your heart belonged to someone else, why didn't you just say so earlier? Why wait until the night before the wedding to humiliate her like this, to crush her like that? What do her seven years of feelings mean to you? What about our family's dignity?!"

Calliope stood frozen, watching her mother break down. Her heart felt like it had been slammed into by something heavy and sharp.

In her memory, Eleanor was always the picture of grace and composure. No matter how unpleasant a situation, her mother never raised her voice-let alone lose control like this.

Lucien's cruel confession hadn't just broken her mother's heart; it had crossed a line that Eleanor, as a mother, could never forgive.

A blow to her daughter's pride hurt Eleanor more than any insult to herself.

On the phone, Lucien hadn't expected Eleanor to be there, much less to lash out like this.

He fumbled for words, clearly caught off guard. After a pause, he finally managed to say, "Mrs. Carmody, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I let Calliope down. I let your whole family down. I'll make it up to you-whatever you've lost, I'll compensate twice over..."

"Compensate? And what exactly are you going to give her to make up for wasting her youth and playing with her feelings?" Eleanor was shaking, every nerve on edge, about to explode all over again.

"Mom," Calliope suddenly stepped in, voice strangely calm. She gently held her mother's trembling hand, giving her a reassuring look before taking the phone.

"Lucien, I heard your apology. I'm agreeing to call off the engagement."

Her calmness made the silence on the other end even heavier.

Without giving him room to speak again, she continued, her tone unwavering, "From now on, you go your way, I'll go mine. We're done here. And please, keep your new love, Angelina, far away from me."

Without hesitation, she ended the call.

Eleanor looked at her daughter's serene face and felt her heart ache all over again. She pulled Calliope into a tight hug, her voice choked, "Sweetheart, it's okay to cry. You don't have to hold it all in when you're with me..."

Calliope sank into her mother's arms, her eyes stinging, but she forced the tears back down.

Now wasn't the time to cry. If Lucien had relived events like she had, then things might already be heading down a dangerous path.

She needed her mother to see through some people, to protect what belonged to the Godfreys.

She slowly pushed away from her mother, her eyes clear and steady, maturity in her gaze that didn't match her age.

"I'm not wasting tears on someone like him, Mom. He's not worth it."

She squeezed Eleanor's hand firmly. "Right now, we've got more important things to handle."

Eleanor looked back, puzzled.

Lowering her voice, Calliope leaned close and spoke seriously, "Mom, don't you think it's a bit too convenient that Angelina's been living with us this past half year?"

Eleanor blinked. "What do you mean? That poor girl's had a rough life... Her mom was my good friend for years-"

"You can never really know someone's heart, especially when money's in the equation," Calliope interrupted, her gaze sharpening.

"Money?" Eleanor frowned, still confused.

Calliope inhaled deeply, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mom, find someone reliable, a professional auditor maybe, and go through Dad's recent financial dealings, especially anything unusual-big transfers, foreign accounts..."

She paused before adding, "I heard there might be some trouble with Dad's company's funds..."

Calliope hadn't told her mom everything.

In her previous life, after losing both parents, she uncovered something chilling while sorting through their belongings-her dad, Jonathan Godfrey, had started quietly moving a huge chunk of assets overseas six months before he passed.

But how could she possibly explain that back then, buried beneath all the financial mess and missing funds, she'd traced the trail to an unexpected name: Rosemary Miller. Her mother's so-called best friend, the one she always spoke of with fondness, believing she'd died years ago from illness.

The worst part? Before she could dig any deeper, Angelina perished in a fire, and Jonathan died not long after in a so-called accident. Calliope never did figure out where all that money really went.

That's why now, before she pieced everything together, she had to throw up a red flag-make her mom start questioning things.

With that in mind, she looped her arm through Eleanor's and headed back to the Godfrey estate.

And the moment they stepped into the living room, what she saw made her stomach drop.

There was her dad, lounging way too comfortably on the main sofa, slightly leaning toward the side, smiling-a genuine, relaxed kind of smile she hadn't seen in ages.

But that smile wasn't for her or her mom. It was directed toward Lucien and Angelina, who were sitting right across from him.

Angelina wore a soft-toned dress, face pale with puffy eyes like she'd just cried her heart out. She looked shaken and helpless, leaning gently against Lucien's arm for support.

Lucien, meanwhile, had his arm resting behind her on the couch in a way that felt too protective for comfort. His gaze stayed locked on Jonathan, nodding along, as if every word held weight.

Then Angelina spoke up, her voice trembling: "Mr. Godfrey, it's all my fault. I'm the useless one who ended up coming between Calliope and Lucien... I don't blame anyone but myself."

Jonathan barely frowned, just a twitch at the brow. "Angelina, none of this is on you. You were only targeted because of work. As for Calliope-if she hadn't kept nagging Lucien with all those calls, he wouldn't have been so late, and you wouldn't have nearly gotten hurt. That whole broken engagement thing? She brought that on herself..."

"What the hell are you saying?"

Calliope felt her mom's hand squeeze hers tighter-fingernails nearly breaking the skin.

At Eleanor's sharp voice, the three in the room whipped their heads around.

Angelina instantly sat up straight like someone had slapped her. Her face lit up with guilt and panic as she stammered and stepped forward, voice thick with tears. "Mrs. Carmody, Calliope... you're home?"

She took another hesitant step forward, teardrops clinging to her lashes. "I'm so sorry! It's my fault-I didn't mean to ruin your dress fitting, Calliope."

When Calliope didn't answer, Angelina ramped it up, laying it on thick. "Yell at me! Slap me if you want! I shouldn't have called Lucien for help, I really didn't mean to cause so much trouble..."

She let her voice crack perfectly on cue, shoulders trembling like she was carrying the whole world's guilt.

And sure enough, Jonathan's face darkened in response.

"Calliope, what is wrong with you? You know how swamped Lucien is right now! We're smack in the middle of a critical project, everyone's watching our every move-and you decide to play dress-up now of all times? What's more important, your little wedding fantasy or this family's legacy?"

"If Lucien hadn't stopped by work and heard about the incident in time, Angelina could've been seriously hurt. But you? You're throwing a tantrum in a bridal shop? With that spoiled attitude of yours, do you really think you're fit to be anyone's wife? Honestly, Lucien ending the engagement was probably the smartest thing he did."

Every word hit Calliope like a slap. She stared at her father in disbelief, stunned that he could say these things without a hint of shame.

The man who once treated her like treasure was now trampling all over her dignity just to defend an outsider.

"Jonathan!" Eleanor couldn't take it anymore. She yanked her daughter behind her, shielding her. "Do you even hear yourself right now? It was Lucien who betrayed her, ditched our daughter for another woman right before the wedding! And you're not comforting Calliope, but joining sides with someone else to blame her? What kind of father are you supposed to be?!"

She stared at him, her voice shaking with disbelief and rage. "Are you out of your mind? What spell did that Angelina girl put on you? Enough to make you turn your back on your own daughter?"

"Oh, I'm the crazy one now?" Jonathan suddenly stood up from the couch. His tall frame cast a heavy, tense shadow in the brightly lit room. He didn't even glance at his daughter. All his fury was now aimed straight at Eleanor, like a storm about to break.

"Eleanor, think about it. Since you married into the Godfrey family, besides tending to flowers and hosting those trivial afternoon teas, what real contribution have you made to this household?"

"When Godfrey Group hit rough patches, who was the one holding it together? Me! I'm the one who carried that weight! And where were you? Other than telling me to 'take care of myself' and 'don't overwork,' did you actually lift a finger to help?"

Eleanor stared at him, wide-eyed, as if seeing a stranger for the first time.

Everything she thought was a part of their bond-those small caring words, the quiet efforts-now sounded worthless dripping from his mouth. All her hard work keeping the household and social circles running, dismissed like it meant absolutely nothing.

"How could you say that?" Her voice trembled, her tears threatening to fall, but she gritted her teeth, clinging to composure. "I gave birth to your child, raised her, ran this home, maintained-"

"That's enough!" Jonathan snapped, his tone filled with harsh annoyance. "Raised a child? Yeah, and look how she turned out! Selfish, thoughtless, no sense of propriety-couldn't even keep her fiancé! That's your masterpiece after twenty years?"

His eyes flicked toward Calliope, who stood frozen, fists clenched, face pale.

"Look at Angelina!" He pointed sharply at the woman beside him, who looked all worried and meek. "She's a girl too, but she knows how to behave, how to read the room! And you? All you ever did was spoil our daughter until she's completely out of control. What else do you even do?"

This wasn't just a fight anymore-it was a full-on character assassination.

He tossed away two decades of a wife and mother's effort like it was trash.

Eleanor swayed on her feet, about to collapse, but Calliope rushed over and gripped her firm.

"Jonathan..." Eleanor's voice was lower than a murmur, hollow and lifeless. "I've been your wife for twenty-three years. Is that how little I mean to you?"

Jonathan may have flinched seeing the emptiness in her eyes, but Angelina's quiet, needy expression only fueled his indignation. He scoffed and looked away. "You know exactly what you are. I've had it with your indecisiveness. What the Godfrey family needs is a woman who can take charge, not someone obsessed with tea parties and flower beds. I only put up with it because of Calliope. But now that Lucien's made the smarter choice, let me make one thing clear-"

He paused, eyes sweeping over everyone in the room before locking onto Eleanor, his voice cold and cutting like a final verdict.

"From now on, stay out of this family's decisions. And especially don't meddle in young people's relationships-it's none of your business. Just enjoy your status, your money, and stop embarrassing me and the Godfrey name."