The Love Tester's Lies A Husband's Revenge After Rebirth

My best friend was a self-styled "love tester."

He said he was afraid I'd get hurt by terrible women, so every time I started dating someone new, he'd disguise himself as her ideal type and pursue her relentlessly until he'd seduced her into bed.

Every single time, he'd send me the photos afterward:

"You should be thanking me, brother! If I hadn't been looking out for you, another gold-digger would've played you for a fool! Aren't you glad you have me?"

It broke me. I cut him out of my life completely and moved to a different city.

That was where I met the love of my life: Sylvia Fox.

On the day of our wedding, I spotted him again, disguised as a makeup artist.

"Brother! Let me run one last test before you tie the knot!"

He drugged me unconscious and climbed into Sylvia's bed.

I woke up just in time. I brought people with me, burst into the bridal suite, and had him dragged off to prison.

Later, while Sylvia was pregnant, she insisted I drive out in the middle of the night to get her a late-night snack. The brakes failed halfway there, and the crash shattered my spine on impact.

Sylvia refused to sign the consent form to save me.

"Morris just wanted to give himself to me before the wedding, to fulfill a wish he'd been carrying for years!"

"But you threw him in prison. He killed himself because of you, and now I'm left alone with our child, with nothing! You owe him your life!"

That was when I finally understood. The woman I thought was the love of my life had fallen for my so-called brother long ago.

Even the baby she was carrying wasn't mine.

I died an unjust death. She threw my ashes into a gutter.

Then I opened my eyes again.

I was back on the day Morris Harding had shown up at my wedding disguised as a makeup artist.

……

The moment my eyes opened, I saw that familiar face staring back at me.

Just like before, he was pointing at me and howling with laughter. Everyone around us had their phones out, cameras shoved in my face, snapping photos.

I didn't need to guess what they were laughing about.

I looked calmly into the mirror.

Sure enough, stamped across my face in blue ink, just like last time, were the words "GRADE-A CERTIFIED PORK."

"What's going on? What happened? What's so funny?"

The door swung open, and Sylvia Fox walked in wearing her wedding dress, a smile playing at the corners of her eyes.

Morris Harding sauntered over to her with a grin.

"Miss Fox, I prepared a little pre-wedding prank for you two. What do you think? Pretty funny, right?"

His foot slipped. He let out a small gasp, and as if by accident, his arms wrapped tightly around Sylvia's slender waist.

His face flushed red as he looked at her.

"Sorry about that."

It was his favorite little seduction trick. I'd seen him pull it a thousand times.

In my previous life, the moment I opened my eyes and saw Morris standing there like a nightmare made flesh, the moment I realized he was about to destroy the wedding I'd waited so long for, watching him flirt and use the same tired moves to seduce my wife—

The rage and despair hit me like a dam bursting.

I'd charged at him screaming, ripped him away from her, and slapped him across the face.

"Get out! You're trying to steal the woman I love again, aren't you? I won't let you!"

Sylvia had called for the groomsmen to pin me down. Morris had retreated to a corner, trembling, eyes wide and pitiful.

"I didn't do anything. Mr. Sawyer, you've got it all wrong. It was just a pre-wedding prank. That's all it was."

No matter how I tried to explain, no matter how many times I told them he was a so-called love tester who had seduced every girlfriend I'd ever had and destroyed every relationship I'd ever been in—

Morris just stood there shaking, tears streaming down his face.

"I swear I didn't. I don't even know you. I'm just a makeup artist."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll get on my knees and apologize if that's what you want. Please, just stop making things up about me..."

The whispers rippled through the room:

"A love tester? Someone's been reading too many novels. People like that don't exist."

"Guy's got a cuckold complex. Thinks everyone's out to steal his wife. Pathetic..."