Chapter 3
Cossette's POV
At first, I thought that love for a man could never cost me my life.
But lying here again, in this exact moment, I realized… it already did.
Black. Silence. Death.
I was dead. I knew I was dead. I had seen them. Heard them. Betrayed by the man I loved and the woman I called family.
Until I heard that voice again.
"Miss Cossette… hello?"
A hand waved in front of my face.
I opened my eyes, dizzy and confused.
It was… the priest.
No.
No.
This wasn't possible.
I blinked, heart racing as my eyes darted around.
The flowers. The music. The church. The guests.
I was back—at my wedding.My wedding day. But how?
The priest gave me a polite, concerned smile. "Miss Cossette, are you alright?"
In front of me, standing tall and cold like a marble statue—Frost.
To my left, Anika, my beautiful, fake stepmother, sitting front row, perfect little smile in place.
I froze completely.
I was dead. I got hit by a car. I saw them kiss. I heard them talk about my father's company.
How…? Did I time travel? Back to the moment before I got officially married?
"Miss Cossette… are you okay?" the priest repeated softly.
My mind was spinning.
Tell everyone now? Scream that my husband is sleeping with my stepmother?
Run away? Save myself?
No.
No, no, no. If I left now, they'd still win. They'd still have the power. The money. The Love that i deserved ! .
Not this time.
This time… I'll smile sweetly. I'll play their game. And I'll destroy them both. From the inside.
The priest interrupted again. "Shall we begin?"
I blinked once. Then smiled. "Yes. We can."
He nodded and raised his book.
"Alright. So we begin—"
"WAIT!" I suddenly yelled, loud enough to make several guests jump. The priest practically choked on air.
"Y-Yes, Miss Cossette?"
I turned to Frost, tilting my head, smiling sweetly.
"There's a bee on his head! Let me take care of it."
Before anyone could react—WHACK.
I hit Frost on the head with my bouquet. Not gently either.
Gasps exploded through the church.
Anika's fake smile dropped like someone slapped her. Her mouth hung open like she couldn't believe her eyes.
I caught movement—Betha. My best friend.
She covered her mouth, trying to hide it—but she was laughing. Her shoulders shook as she looked down at her lap.
Finally, someone who understood me.
Frost slowly—very slowly—turned his head toward me, eyes colder than ever, full of disbelief and quiet rage.
"It's a bee," I said sweetly, batting my lashes. " I panicked babe ."
Laughter. Small, awkward, here and there. Some whispers. Someone whispered, "Is she drunk?"
Frost stared at me with that furious coldness only he could pull off.
"It was a bee or a dinosaur that you tried to kill on my head?" he said slowly, his voice sharp, angry, controlled.
I blinked innocently. "Sorry, babe."
Betha lost it. She actually had to cover her whole face to muffle her laugh.
Even the priest sighed and took a sip of water like this was now the worst wedding he'd ever done in his career.
"For the… fifth time," the priest muttered, "Sir Frost, do you take Miss Cossette to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Silence.
Long, heavy silence.
Finally, Frost answered, jaw tight, "Yes."
"And you, Miss Cossette?"
I smiled at him. "Let me think about it."
And then… I sat down right there on the floor in my dress. Another wave of gasps around the room.
I even heard someone hiss, "She's lost it. Rich girls can't handle pressure."
I stood up, slowly, calmly, smoothing my dress like a queen adjusting her gown. I walked around Frost, circling him, inspecting him like he was a used car I wasn't sure I wanted to buy.
I looked him up and down. "Mmm. Handsome. But cold."
Then I smiled wider. "Yeah. I accept."
Frost's face twisted with disgust, confusion, and fury all at once.
Anika looked like someone had dumped her champagne on her head.
Good.
Perfect.
The wedding continued, but this time—I wasn't the fool anymore.
No.
This time, I was going to be the villain of their story.
And they didn't even know it yet.