Synopsis：On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband before all of Olympus. Everyone assumed I would pick Apollo Olympion, radiant heir of the sun and the man I had loved for years—just like in my last life. Back then, I chose him, helped him win Zeus’s favor, sacred lands, and the right to stand above every divine heir. But after we wed, he gave his light to Celeste, the dying flower nymph my mother had taken in. When Demeter cast her out, Apollo blamed me. From then on, he despised me—humiliating me, breaking me, and turning my sacred medicine into a slow, sweet poison. I died carrying his child, on the night the spring within me withered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that same twentieth birthday. This time, I let them have each other. And before Zeus and every god in the Golden Hall, I chose Cassian Hadeion instead—the last blood of Hades, the cursed underworld prince everyone mocked. Apollo sneered, “Choosing him just to make me jealous?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, Cassian was the only one who avenged me. Then Apollo stepped closer and whispered, “Interesting. That’s not who you chose last time.”