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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.

Dumped My Stalker Fiancé for His Uncle

Simon's latest social media signature made a bold statement:


[In this existence, Bianca is my sole love.]


He'd transformed everything from his profile to his posts, essentially announcing it to our entire social network. For anyone observing, it was unmistakably apparent. But truthfully, I couldn't summon the will to be concerned about it any longer.


In my previous life, despite my constant pleas, Simon never displayed even a hint of fondness for me.


And now, after my loss, he suddenly feels remorse and attempts to make things right?


His affection—if it could even be labeled as such—was insignificant and valueless.


I'd progressed, and his efforts to reverse time seemed like a pitiful afterthought.


That day, I was savoring a peaceful meal in the work cafeteria with my colleagues when Audrey burst in.


Her eyes were inflamed with rage, and before I could react, she was standing before me, finger pointed at my face, screaming at full volume.


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