So, Whose Ring Is It?

To ensure our survival, the four of us didn't waste a moment. We grabbed a cab straight to the hotel where Sebastian had hosted his banquet.

Lorraine knew exactly how to play the role of an innocent person. She feigned vulnerability and persuaded security to let us review the surveillance footage.

In the video, the banquet had just begun. After my father, the head of the Lowe family, passed away, our status plummeted. We were relegated to a lonely table in the far corner.

Vivian frowned and said, "It looks like we're the only ones at the very last corner table."

And since the four of us had spent years at each other's throats, the four of us constantly sparked and clashed, making it impossible for anyone else to join us. In the end, it was just us at that table. The distant relatives hovered nearby but didn't dare sit with us.

Mia blinked in confusion. "And it's literally only the four of us."

Then, as if the world had frozen for him, Sebastian strode down the red carpet, all eyes on him, and came to a stop right in front of our table.

He turned precisely toward our lonely little corner and flashed a warm, indulgent smile. He leaned in to whisper something to Owen.

Seeing that smile, a cold, unsettling dread ran through us.

I froze. "It looks like the woman he's been searching for really is among us."

The four of us exchanged glances, fear flickering in every pair of eyes. If we hadn't all remembered our previous four lives, none of this would make sense.

Lorraine shivered. "If that's the case, then why did he murder us so brutally in our past lives?"

I took a deep breath and suddenly thought of an idea. I looked at them and said firmly, "I'm going to his place. Wait for my message."

The three of them stared at me with admiration and gratitude as I headed out. They had no idea that I was the most shaken one of all.

Even now, no one knew I was still seeing him. He was the one who had chased after me in the first place.

Knowing the side entrance we always used, slipping into his house and finding his room was effortless.

Sebastian froze for a second when he saw me, then quickly recovered his usual calm expression. "Why did you come without letting me know?"

The kind, gentle man before me clashed horribly with the lunatic who had stabbed me to death in our last life.

I swallowed my fear and stepped closer. "Am I the one you want to marry?"

He paused for a moment, a strange flicker crossing his eyes.

"You've been with me for a long time. Do you really not understand me yet? Why else would I take a ring to the Lowe residence? Obviously, it's for the woman I love."

He smiled, pulled me in, and settled me on his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But something was missing. He said he wanted to marry the woman he loved, but never said it was me.

I dug my nails into my palm, forced a smile, and asked, "So who exactly is that?"

He froze, scanning me from head to toe. "You should know. Why are you even asking?"

I thought that he would evade the question, but then he said, "It has always been you, Alexia. If you hope that it is you who marry me, then it will be. And once you marry me tomorrow, I'll be sure to treat you even better."

I stared into his eyes and saw nothing but deep affection.

Sebastian had always treated me well, ever since we started this secret affair.

I wasn't particularly bright, and my stepmother and stepsisters had tormented me my entire life. I didn't even have a stake in the family business.

But Sebastian had always backed me up behind the scenes and given me things the entire Lowe family could only dream of. Even though he had grown up with everything handed to him, he would kneel to tie my shoes, cook for me, and take care of me.

I used to believe, without doubt, that the person he wanted to marry was me. But I had also seen him lose his mind in that previous life, screaming as he drove the knife into my chest, "You're not her! Who gave you the right to take her place?

"You're a Lowe heiress in name only. What makes you think you deserve to be with me?

"You were just something I used to kill time. And you thought you could replace her?"

The memory snapped me back to the present.

Sebastian took my hand and kissed it.

I barely managed to keep my hand from pulling away. Yet, that tiny movement triggered a realization—crazy, yet completely logical.

I stared at him in disbelief. "The one you love is…"