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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

Why does she always fantasize that the path she didn't choose must be the road to success?


"I've never influenced you, and when you wanted to give up, I offered to help, but you refused."


"Why do you deny everything I've done for you because of a few words from others?"


I struggled to break free from her grip.


"From the moment you said those things, I lost all feelings for you. Please stop, my darling is coming to pick me up."


Seeing the car approaching in the distance, I just wanted to leave as soon as possible.


Genevieve clung to me relentlessly, "Dane, I've read every love letter you wrote me carefully. How could your love for me disappear so quickly? You can't possibly love someone else."


She shook her head in self-denial, like a madwoman.


Faye got out of the car and saw me being grabbed. She ran over and pushed Genevieve away.


Holding me protectively in her arms, she looked at my hand with concern, "Honey, I'll take you to the ER."


Chapter 7