After being flogged to death for a crime she didn’t commit, Calista received a second chance when a system contracted her. It was simple: complete tasks and she could earn a second chance in life. After completing several of them, the chance to reincarnate in her original world and body was finally granted to her. However, unlike others, she didn’t want revenge against the people who killed her or wanted to unmask what truly transpired back then. All she wanted was to live peacefully and enjoy the bounty benefits which came with the reincarnation. And that was something she found when she met a man she fell in love with in some backward village. Unfortunately, all that was broken when her husband of five years perished at the hands of bandits. Things went downhill when Calista married her second husband, Orson, an amnesiac man whom she scammed into marrying her. But things weren't as simple as they seemed— Orson might be hiding some secrets of his own. Led on a path of revenge that Calista never thought she would be on, she soon realized that Orson might have more to do with her first life and death than he led on. If he knew she was still alive, he might kill her again. That meant that this time, Calista might have to strike first.
"Tsk. Tsk. Pretending to be high and mighty in front of your kids and yet can't even stand a single confrontation? I warned you years ago, Mary. Raise your children properly and, since you have kicked me out, then let us live our lives without interfering with each other. I have done my part and never once did I set foot in this village. I mourned our husband in my own way and was faithful to him for three good years. I did everything that a wife should do and I never questioned how you did your duties for him."
"However, why do I need to tolerate daily daunting just because your daughter doesn't like me and is not finding someone to marry her? Why should I tolerate her words? Just because I married your husband. Why does that have to be my fault?" Calista angrily shouted at Mary, who was not saying a word but facing down, looking very guilty from the top of her head to the feet that were hidden beneath that messy skirt.