Chapter 2

I've locked Ethan away for three days now, during which I called in a private doctor to give him a full body check-up.

After all, it's still my body.

All his vitals were good, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Harmony, with tears in her eyes, asked me, "Ethan, I can't have children. I won't blame you if you don't want me anymore."

I said firmly, "Divorce. I must divorce her."

But my heart also felt a slight twinge of pain.

In my past life, I truly loved Ethan.

Young and successful, the cultured and wealthy CEO fell in love with me at first sight and pursued me for a full two years.

He'd send sweet fruit and red wine in winter, and creamy mint chocolate chip ice cream in summer.

He even opened a production line to make cute cartoon mugs with my likeness.

His incredibly tender gaze and thoughtful care made me believe I was the happiest woman in the world.

It wasn't until later that I realized I was just a replacement.

The change happened a year after our marriage when his company hired a new CFO, supposedly a fellow alumnus and returnee from overseas.

From then on, Ethan often worked overtime.

Until I found someone else's bra in his pocket.

Ethan panicked for a moment, then quickly regained his composure. The collapse of love turned me hysterical. He didn't even bother to explain, just said, "Are you done yelling? Give me back my stuff."

I suddenly realized that the love in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by disgust and impatience.

I closed my eyes, my heart shattering into pieces, lodged in my throat, choking me with pain.

The item was deliberately planted on him by that woman, an obvious provocation and declaration of war. But Ethan couldn't see it, or rather, he didn't care.

Afterwards, I argued and made a fuss, even naively tried to win him back.

But divorce never crossed my mind, because at that time, Ethan was a piece of my heart, even the slightest tug would cause unbearable pain.

Until I first met Harmony, with a face 90% identical to mine.

She said, "What a coincidence that we look so alike. If I hadn't married someone else, how would Ethan have ever pursued you?"

The truth made me tremble in pain, but Harmony wasn't done with me.

She told me about their college days, how Ethan was deeply in love with her, how he followed her every word like a lovesick puppy.

She even told me that she only had to say she regretted it once, and Ethan fell for her again.

She didn't just tell me, she showed me. When I spotted the two of them in the parking lot, I lost it and picked up a brick from the ground, smashing the car window.

Inside the car, Ethan looked at me coldly, covering Harmony beside him with his clothes.

That was the first time I ran away from home, only to realize after wandering around that I had nowhere to go.

Back then, I stubbornly decided to marry far away for love. Now I know how hard it is to be alone with no support.

In the end, I returned home. Ethan apologized nicely, saying he was drunk and mistook someone else as me. He promised to stay away from her in the future.

I knew Ethan was lying to me, but people often don't change until they hit rock bottom.

Now that heaven has given me another chance, I'll make sure Ethan gets a good taste of the life I lived in my previous existence.