After rebirth, I no longer insisted on
my husband, the company
commander.
Chapter 1
I decided to put my sister’s name on the
marriage license.
This time, I’d give Jake what he wanted.
This time, I’d be the one to dress my sister in
the wedding gown, the one to place the
engagement ring on her finger.
I’d engineer every encounter between them.
When he took her to New York City, I’d head
south to the University of Miami without a
word.
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Because in my past life, even when I was over
fifty, he and our son were still begging me for
a divorce.
Begging me to finalize his relationship with
my sister.
Reborn, all I wanted was to spread my wings
and leave romance behind.
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“Just fill out your name and give it to me.”
Jake tapped his fingers impatiently on the
table.
I stared at the marriage license, my fingertips
tracing the rough edges of the paper, lost in
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In my past life, I’d filled in my own name like
it was a sacred decree, then excitedly
dragged Jake to buy wedding favors.
Only to be met with a barrage of insults
because he was rushing back to make ginger
tea for Chloe, who had her period.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” I mumbled, feigning
indifference.
I glanced up at his anxious expression, his
eyes constantly flicking to his watch.
He was wearing a white shirt, the sleeves
rolled up to his elbows, revealing his toned
forearms.
Chloe loved him dressed like this. She said he
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looked clean–cut and fresh.
“If you’re busy, go ahead,” I said, forcing a
casual tone, pushing down the bitterness
rising in my throat. “I’ll hand it in when I’m
done.”
He visibly relaxed, his voice softening.
“Don’t worry, we’re getting married. I’ll take
care of you.”
“But please don’t be jealous of Chloe
anymore. It’s bad for her reputation if people
find out.”
I remained silent. In my past life, I’d explained
countless times.
But in his eyes, I was just a jealous and petty
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older sister.
Unable to tolerate her gentle and kind
younger sibling.
He didn’t say anything else, just turned and
hurried away.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing
heart, but my mind replayed the scenes of my
past life.
Our wedding night, he spent the entire night
with Chloe, claiming she was sick. He only
took Chloe with him when he was stationed in
New York, saying she’d never been there
before.
Even on the day our son was born, Jake was
too busy comforting a heartbroken Chloe
after her divorce to be present.
Then, just before I died, our son was
whispering in my ear:
“Mom, just divorce Dad. You’re not as good
as Aunt Chloe in any way.”
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“Dad’s been miserable with you for so long.
Just let him go.”
I looked at my indifferent husband on the
hospital bed. He remained silent.
That deathly silence was all the confirmation I
needed.
I bit my lip hard, until I tasted blood, then
slowly released it.
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No. Not this time. I wouldn’t make the same
mistakes.
I picked up the pen and slowly wrote two
words in the applicant section:
Chloe Miller.
Jake, if you loved her so much, you could
have her.
I handed the completed application to the
clerk, took the marriage certificate, and
turned to leave the registry office.
I felt no sadness, only an indescribable sense
of relief.
