Reborn to Escape My Mafia Husband

In my previous life, I married the Underboss of the Marino family to forge an alliance between our mafia families.

However, he treated me with nothing but cold indifference. In the end, he conspired with his mistress and left me to burn alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was 22 years old once more. I was back at that party where he had locked me out for her sake.

This time, I did not cry. I simply turned and walked away.

I tore up our marriage contract myself, built my own fashion empire, and met a man who actually respected and loved me.

The irony of it all? The same man who once threw me away like garbage now chased after me like a mad dog, desperate to fix what he had broken.

"Rosalie, just come back with me now and I'll pretend none of this ever happened!" His eyes were bloodshot as he begged.

I looked at him and laughed. What happened could not be erased just because he wanted it to be.

In this lifetime, I would bask in the sunlight and live just for myself.

In my previous life, my mafia husband conspired with his mistress to let me burn alive. I never expected God to give me the chance to live again.

This time, I would make the complete opposite choice. I would escape far away and live well.

"Mr. Marino said no one from the Moretti family is welcome at his celebratory party."

I looked at the burly bodyguard in front of me. His hand rested on the gun holster at his waist, his tone dripping with obvious contempt.

"Are you certain those are Vincenzo's exact words?" I asked calmly.

"Word for word, miss." He grinned. "Now, please leave."

I stood outside the iron gates of the Marino family's estate, staring at the brightly lit mansion inside.

Tonight was the celebratory party for Vincenzo Marino's promotion to Underboss. Every important figure in Elgano's mafia world was inside. However, I, Rosalie Moretti, Vincenzo's fiancée, was locked out.

I felt no anger, no heartbreak. Instead, I felt a strange sense of relief because I knew all of this would end.

I turned and walked toward the Maserati parked by the roadside. My heels clicked crisply against the gravel path.

The bodyguards whispered behind me, probably mocking the pitiful woman humiliated by her own fiancé. However, they had no idea that I had already died once.

In my last life, I desperately tried to please Vincenzo to maintain the alliance between the Moretti and Marino families. I even pushed for our engagement myself.

I thought if I was docile and considerate enough, he would eventually fall in love with me.

I was absurdly wrong.

Though I married him as I wished, I was met with nothing but neglect after our wedding. Three years into our marriage, his first love, Adriana Costa, came back from Arup.

She arrived with a tragic story about being kidnapped by a