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When my mother inquired about my preference for our family's alliance marriage, I didn't hesitate—but this time, I didn't select Kendra Jewett.
Instead, I opted for Rosie Jewett, her beloved aunt.
My mother was completely perplexed. Everyone in Cavendale was aware that Kendra and I had grown up together. I had spent ten years pursuing her, convinced she was my one true love. I had once declared, with absolute certainty, that I would wed no one but her in this life.
A rueful grin played on my lips as recollections rushed back—memories of vows and affection that seemed unbreakable.
A rueful grin played on my lips as memories of my previous existence came flooding back. After wedding Kendra, she never once permitted me to be intimate with her. I had persuaded myself it was due to some deep-rooted trauma, a hidden wound she was too frightened to face. I believed I could mend it, that love would heal her.
But everything crumbled on our 50th wedding anniversary. I accidentally stumbled upon the sole room she had kept locked away from everyone. The walls were adorned with photographs of my cousin.
That instant cut through me like a blade—she wasn't averse to intimacy. She simply didn't love me.
With the pain of that realization still fresh, I vowed to myself that I would rewrite the ending in this life. I would provide her with the love she desired, the love I couldn't give her before.
But as I approached Rosie, dressed in my wedding attire, Kendra's face turned ashen, her eyes wide with disbelief. And then, it occurred. She broke. Her mind slipped into insanity before my very eyes.

Reborn to Rewrite a Love Triangle's Tragic Tale

Rosie entered the room with a slow, deliberate pace, adorned in an impeccable, tailor-made gown that accentuated her figure perfectly.


It had been a long time since I'd last encountered her, but now, she exuded a poise and sophistication that far surpassed my recollections.


Her every movement conveyed an innate regality that was impossible to conceal.


The entire assembly stood up simultaneously, a clear demonstration of admiration for her arrival.


Throughout the years, Rosie had expanded her enterprise globally, her influence extending well beyond Cavendale. The primary branch of the Jewett clan in Cavendale had grown increasingly reliant on her accomplishments.


As all eyes turned to Rosie, her gaze met mine, holding it for a fleeting instant.


When she spotted Kendra beside me, a shadow passed over her eyes, a silent caution I couldn't quite decipher.


Before I could speak, Kendra's phone chimed, and with a brief apology, she left to meet someone.


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