"Grant me one final kiss," Iona pleaded as death closed in. "Listen carefully—just so you know—you'll survive this, and this kiss won't be our last." At peace with her final moments, she surrendered to darkness. Iona's eyes flew open. She'd slipped backward through time, and fate had restored her to Leroy's side once more. Her previous life had been riddled with failures, but her husband remained her sole triumph—something she'd never regret. Now, with a second chance in hand, she vowed to transform their union into a genuinely thriving marriage. "Lord Leroy, I stand before you with purpose: marry me. I swear to fill your days with happiness." Iona burned with resolve to honor Leroy's unwavering devotion—on her own terms, in her own way.