Reborn to Crush the Wife Who Killed Me

My buddy had an obsession with playing matchmaker.

To announce his love for the richest woman in the country to the whole world, he'd paired up everything in the house—toothbrushes, slippers, you name it. Even I became a prop in his little matching game.

"It's a perfect match! My assistant and my girlfriend's right-hand woman—meant to be!"

In my previous life, that absurd setup forced Sarah Delgado into marrying me.

For three years after the wedding, she treated me like a king. Doted on me. Made me believe I'd actually found love.