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Song Mingi poisoned her wine on their first anniversary. So Choi Seorin drank it down to the last drop, the antidote still hidden in her sleeve, and made him watch. If she had to die, it would be by her own choice. Not his.
Then she woke three months before the wedding, the same cup in her hand, the same cold duke across the table.
She remembers everything.
A slow-burn regression romance of poison, alchemy, and buried bloodlines, where the marriage was always a trap, and the wife refused to stay dead.