On their sacred wedding day, he thought he broke her spirit. Instead, he handed his throne to the true emperor.

Standing before the sacred altar, my reincarnated Alpha fiancé severed our bond in front of the entire court. Branded a barren curse and cast aside for my pregnant best friend, I was expected to beg, weep, and crawl in the dust.

Instead, I tore off my bridal veil, walked past the sneering nobles, and bound myself to the scarred, nameless slave shoveling manure in the courtyard.

My ex laughed, believing he had exiled me to rot in filth and humiliation.

He didn't know that my "broken slave" was the lost True Alpha Emperor, hiding an elite army of thirty thousand shadow-warriors in the northern peaks, waiting for the signal to strike.

And neither of them realized my greatest secret: I was never the frail, discarded noblewoman they believed they could trample. I remember every single detail of the past life he stole from me.

By throwing me away, my ex didn't destroy me?he handed his crown directly to the rightful King he spent a decade hunting, and the only queen alive destined to watch him burn.