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In the sixth year of my marriage to Genevieve, we both perished in the ocean after a plane crash.
When I woke up, I found that we had both returned to the eve of our wedding.
In my previous life, I married her against my family's wishes. I even sat on a cold bench outside our door for five hours on our wedding day at her request, without a word of complaint.
After marriage, I gave up my own career and took on all the responsibilities of our household, catering to her every whim, simply because she was my childhood sweetheart.
But later I realized that she only married me because she couldn't bear to see her pure love suffer the hardships of everyday life.
Given another chance, I left her without drama or tears.
Years later, she achieved her dream of becoming a somewhat famous painter, with an entire series of paintings named after her pure love.
At the art exhibition, she and her pure love stood arm in arm, flaunting their affection.
Seeing me, she mockingly said, "Dane, I know you've always loved me, even stooping to clean the venue just to see me, but this is kind of disgusting."
At that moment, a tall woman took hold of my hand. "Honey, it's not time for your introduction yet. Why did you come out early? It's cold out here, I'll be worried sick if you catch a chill."
Genevieve looked at us in disbelief. "How can this be? I've read every single love letter you wrote to me. You love me so much, how could you possibly fall for someone else?"

After Rebirth, I Smile at My Ex-Wife’s Bitter Regret

The car behind sped up like mad, charging towards us. Faye floored the gas pedal, barely avoiding a collision.


The excessive speed left me feeling a bit oxygen-deprived, and I nervously clutched the seatbelt.


"There's a traffic jam ahead, Dane. Do you trust me?" Faye's voice quivered slightly.


I took a deep breath. "I trust you. I've always trusted you."


She yanked the steering wheel hard and slowed down, but the strong inertia still sent us crashing into the guardrail.


The car behind couldn't react in time and shot straight past us.


In the split second before I lost consciousness, Faye shielded me, holding me tightly in her protective embrace.


When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a hospital room.


Faye's parents and my mom and dad were keeping vigil by my bedside. Seeing me wake up, they breathed sighs of relief.


"Dane, you scared us to death. Are you still in pain?"


I wiggled my limbs. Thank goodness, they were all still there.


Chapter 10