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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

For the first time, I felt as if I was truly seeing Simon clearly.


Our shared past and all the confusion that came with it suddenly snapped into focus, and I realized how much I'd been overlooking.


"My wedding should reflect my wishes," I stated, my tone calm yet resolute. "Simon, I need you to understand this once and for all. I'm going to marry Daniel. Don't lose your composure over this."


"You're actually going to marry him?" Simon exclaimed, his voice laced with shock and fury.


I could sense his anger bubbling to the surface, and before I could react, he suddenly seized my arm, pulling me towards him.


However, before anything else could transpire, I found myself enveloped in a comforting embrace. Daniel carefully draped my coat around me, his actions deliberate and protective, and without hesitation, he landed a punch squarely on Simon's face.


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