I Got Killed and Woke Up as a Successor

That individual was my friend's boyfriend. Following a heated argument, he sought my counsel, unaware of the impending disaster. Despite having no ill feelings, I welcomed him into our home. Tragically, he turned on me, ruthlessly stabbing me with a kitchen knife, oblivious to the fact that it was my wedding day just around the corner. My heart shattered as I lay there, believing I had died. There was no breath in my lungs, and darkness enveloped me. It was only when I regained consciousness and gazed upon a magnificent ceiling adorned with crystal chandeliers that I questioned my surroundings. Hospitals don't usually have such opulence – even if I had my entire life savings, I couldn't afford such a fixture. " SHE'S ALIVE! LADY ELEONORA IS ALIVE!" a wailing elderly woman exclaimed, her joyous shout echoing through the room. Alive? Could it be true? Who is Eleonora? I am Cristy, after all. The flood of introductions from people claiming to be my parents, future in-laws, and fiancé left me bewildered. Their cheerful faces felt like sinister masks, and my instincts, ever reliable, screamed for escape. I knew then that I couldn't trust these strangers.