The Architect of My Stolen Spring

Running barefoot through the rain-slicked alleys of Ozeroth with my chronically ill little brother in my arms, I was finally cornered into a cruel ultimatum. My reborn sister, Danica, had blackmailed our family to steal my fiancé, Dr. Ignas - the man destined to discover the century's greatest medical cure. In exchange, I was publicly shackled to Captain Rytis, a disabled, bitter war veteran meant to rot in poverty. I played the cheerful, oblivious airhead, smiling through the humiliation just to secure a roof for my brother. It was a bad hand, but I could work with it. Rytis was severely depressed, but in the quiet, melancholic nights, I noticed the intricate, flawless city models he carved from scrap wood to soothe his phantom pains. He wasn't just a discarded soldier; he was an architectural savant. While Danica's toxic impatience suffocates Ignas's methodical research into dust, I begin secretly patenting my husband's designs to rebuild our decaying city. But I soon realize I misunderstood the rules of history all along. What if the 'miracle cure' of the past life was never a medical potion, but the purified aqueducts designed by my forgotten husband?