My sister and I swapped husbands.

The wealthy family announced: Whichever of us—myself or Jocelyn Foster—bears the first grandson of the Hunter family will inherit the billion-dollar fortune.

In my previous life, Jocelyn married the physically strong Hector Hunter, arranged by her parents.

I married Oliver, who was wheelchair-bound with a gloomy personality.

Within a year of our marriage, Oliver Hunter regained the use of his legs, and I became pregnant with the Hunter family’s first grandson.

Jocelyn suffered abuse from Hector, lost her mind, and became the laughingstock of high society ladies.

On the day I went into labor, she stabbed my belly with a knife, then embraced me as we fell from a high-rise.

In this new life, Jocelyn snatched the golden bouquet Oliver had sent. "I want to marry Oliver!"