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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

She kept muttering, and when her gaze fell on our tightly clasped hands, a flicker of despair flashed in her eyes.


Thinking back to my past life, those memories had almost faded.


But since we'd chosen to go our separate ways, we had to see it through to the end and completely forget.


The happiness of my current life had already erased those old memories and wounds.


Those who had initially flattered Genevieve and Quint now changed their tune, "So Dane is Ms. Blackwood's husband? I could tell from the start that his clothes were quite extraordinary."


"Indeed, no wonder he has such a distinguished air about him."


Listening to everyone's sycophantic praise, I felt nothing but disgust.


But in any crowd, there are bound to be some unpleasant voices.


"How did an ordinary guy like that land Ms. Blackwood? Dane must have some tricks up his sleeve."


"Maybe it was a shotgun wedding. These days, you see all kinds of crazy things in society."


Chapter 5