I Gave His Name to the Woman He Chose

When the marriage contract was placed in front of me, I only took a moment to read the terms, but Lucien Moretti urged me three times to sign.

He was in a hurry, after all. His precious savior, Isabella, was waiting for him to take her to her favorite opera.

So I picked up the pen, but I did not sign my name. I copied Isabella’s handwriting and wrote hers instead.

In my last life, I had signed that contract with a heart full of hope. I thought becoming Lucien’s wife meant I would finally stand beside him as the Donna of the Moretti family. Instead, he kept me hidden after the wedding. At every public event, Isabella was the woman on his arm. Every matter that should have required the Donna’s approval went through her first.

I told myself I was not strong enough yet. I swallowed every insult and was forced to give up everything that should have been mine.

Until the night gunmen broke into the Moretti estate, and Lucien chose her again. He carried Isabella out in his arms while I bled out behind him.

Then I opened my eyes and found myself back before the wedding contract was sealed.

This time, I gave Isabella the Donna’s necklace. I gave her the wedding dress. I even signed her name on the contract meant for me.

I gave up my name, and I gave him up with it.

When the marriage contract was placed in front of me, I only took a moment to read the terms, but Lucien Moretti urged me three times to sign.

He was in a hurry, after all. His precious savior, Isabella, was waiting for him to take her to her favorite opera.

So I picked up the pen, but I did not sign my name. I copied Isabella’s handwriting and wrote hers instead.

In my last life, I had signed that contract with a heart full of hope. I thought becoming Lucien’s wife meant I would finally stand beside him as the Donna of the Moretti family. Instead, he kept me hidden after the wedding. At every public event, Isabella was the woman on his arm. Every matter that should have required the Donna’s approval went through her first.

I told myself I was not strong enough yet. I swallowed every insult and was forced to give up everything that should have been mine.

Until the night gunmen broke into the Moretti estate, and Lucien chose her again. He carried Isabella out in his arms while I bled out behind him.

Then I opened my eyes and found myself back before the wedding contract was sealed.

This time, I gave Isabella the Donna’s necklace. I gave her the wedding dress. I even signed her name on the contract meant for me.

I gave up my name, and I gave him up with it.

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I came back to life in Lucien Moretti's private chapel, with a pen in my hand and