My Torturer Fated Mate Begs For My Forgiveness

In my past life, Carlos forced me to kneel at the foot of the bed and watch as he took other women. Then he killed the child in my womb with his own hands—and carved the word “slave” into my forehead. When I was reborn, he came to me again, asking for my hand in marriage. I only let out a cold laugh and refused him outright. Instead, I carried the egg of an ancient phoenix. And that was when Carlos completely lost his mind—crying, begging me to forgive him.