I Rather Toil Than Love

When my mother asked me who I wanted to marry, this time, I chose none of them. Instead, I decided to go to the Northwest and serve my country.

In my previous life, both my childhood friend, once a captain, and my educated fiancé courted me. I had feelings for both.

But while I was still struggling to decide who I wanted as my husband, both accidentally ingested something.

In a dazed state, I spent a chaotic night.

After that, my parents asked one of the men to marry me.

On the wedding day, the first love in both their hearts, the woman they had always truly loved, found out the truth. Out of spite, she accepted a local thug’s proposal.

After marrying him, she was forced to give birth to ten children, one after another, until she died tragically.

After her death, both men grabbed me by the throat and asked, “Why did she have to die such a miserable death, while you’re still alive and well?”

They strangled me to death.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when my childhood friend and my fiancé had been drugged.

"Hannah, I feel so hot..."

Hearing the familiar arguing voices around me and feeling a wave of heat rushing through my body, I suddenly realized I had regressed.

I shoved the two men away with all my strength and tried to run out.

But my fiancé, David Wright, grabbed my waist. My childhood friend, Ben Brown, reached out, caressing my face and mumbling in a daze, "Hannah, don't go. I feel terrible... Help me, please..."

Remembering the tragic end of my last life, I fought with everything I had. I managed to grab the radio on the dresser and smashed it on David's head, then shoved both men aside and escaped the room in a panic.

I hid nearby, my heart still pounding.

Sure enough, Karen Miller appeared at the door not long after. She looked around cautiously before slipping inside.

Soon, I heard some very suggestive noises coming from the room.

I let out a cold laugh and returned to my own room.

In my previous life, I got pregnant after that night. With no other choice, I had to married one of them.

But neither Ben nor David wanted to marry me.

Ben had been taken in by my parents as a child. We grew up together, and I always thought we would end up together naturally.

After he joined the army and was promoted to a captain, he came back and told me that arranged marriages and childhood engagements were outdated. He wanted freedom.

Fine.

I would let him have his freedom.

Meanwhile, David was always around me, so he became my new fiancé.

But who could have guessed the two of them would end up drugged? In my previous life, I couldn't bear to see them suffer and let myself get caught up in the mess.

After the wedding, I lost