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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

Elliot's standing in Cavendale's elite circles plummeted, turning him into a mere joke. His already fragile reputation crumbled completely. Rumors about his mother's controversial past reemerged, effectively exiling him and his family from their former social sphere.


Rosie, constantly mindful of the turmoil around me, made it her mission to protect me from the upheaval. She carved out time in her busy schedule to take me on excursions, always vigilant for any signs of my distress.


I cast my eyes downward and drew her close, finding comfort in her embrace. "I wouldn't say I'm upset," I said softly, "but it does hurt. I devoted so much time to someone like that."


She planted a tender kiss on my forehead, her touch gentle yet reassuring.


"It's alright," she murmured. "I'm here now, and I'll ensure your future is filled with nothing but joy."


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