Dumped My Stalker Fiancé for His Uncle

My mother inquired about my marriage preferences.

This instance, I didn't select Simon Hughes. I opted for his younger uncle, Daniel Hughes instead. Her response was immediate, her eyes widening with shock, as if I'd delivered a physical blow. After all, everyone in town was aware of Simon's and my inseparable bond since our early years.

For a decade, I'd pursued him, making it clear he was my only choice. But that was my former self, a version that no longer existed.

A rueful grin played on my lips as recollections of my previous existence—before my rebirth—flooded my mind.

In that life, following our wedding, I made a crushing discovery.

Simon never touched me intimately. Initially, I rationalized it as a personal issue—perhaps something beyond his control. I made excuses and tried to convince myself it wasn't important. However, on our 50th anniversary, I stumbled upon a hidden room.

It was concealed, filled with pictures of my cousin.

The truth dawned on me. Simon wasn't asexual. He simply didn't love me.

Now, in this second chance at life, I refused to waste time on unrequited love. I decided to let them be together, once and for all.

But as I approached Daniel at the altar, Simon's complexion drained, and he completely lost his composure.