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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

I glanced at my clothes. The paint was a bit messy, but I didn't see anything wrong with it.


I spoke coldly, "Mind your own business."


Quint opened his bag and took out some items. "Dane, for old times' sake and because you were once decent to Genevieve, let me help you out. Take these and sell them for some cash."


Genevieve chimed in, "Dane, there's no need to degrade yourself like this after leaving me. Take the money and find a better path."


Finally fed up with their nagging, I raised my eyes impatiently to meet Genevieve's gaze.


Why would she think that, in this second chance at life, I'd still be hung up on her?


Thinking back to my previous life, I feel sorry for myself.


It's true that I fell for her at first sight, and I genuinely pursued her for three years.


So when she confessed to me, I was over the moon with happiness.


I married her without a second thought.


"Dane, my family has a lot of rules, but I really love you. Can you please endure it for me?"


Because of that one sentence, I endured for many years.


Their family required me to sit at the doorway for five hours on the day I entered their home to 'temper my character'. I suffered through it.


Sterling family forbade me from being in the public eye, so I gave up my own dreams and returned to family life.


But later, I discovered she didn't have a shred of genuine feeling for me.


Genevieve pursued her dream of becoming a painter, but never made any progress.


Every time she faced setbacks, she would blame me, "You're my husband, yet there's not a single way you can help me!"


"If I hadn't gotten married back then and had gone abroad to study under a master with Quint, I'd be a great painter by now."


Later, I overheard her alone in the study, talking on the phone with Quint.


"It's not that I didn't want to marry you, it's that my family has too many rules. I couldn't bear to let you suffer. He was just suitable for marriage, that's all."


"If I had been a little braver back then, defied my family, and run away with you, we'd surely be happy now."


Her words echoed deeply in my ears, accompanying me through every nightmare.


I wanted to use my connections to help her, to help her achieve her dream, and also for the last bit of affection in my heart. Genevieve slammed the door hard. "What can you, a house husband, possibly do to help me? Just don't make more trouble for me, okay? Stop messing around!"


In that moment, all emotions turned to dust and dissipated.


It wasn't until the last time I accompanied her abroad for a study program that we experienced a sudden air disaster on the plane, crashing into the sea and dying.


But we didn't actually die. Seeing Genevieve standing in front of me, I no longer felt a single ripple of emotion.


We looked at each other with mutual disgust, both deciding to leave.


Snapping back from my thoughts, I watched Quint smugly holding the jewelry.


"Sorry, I'm not interested in that filthy stuff," I said coldly, staring into his eyes.


The smile on Genevieve's face froze. "Filthy stuff? Dane, how could you say such a thing?"


I took two steps back, feeling uncomfortable breathing the same air as them. "My meaning is clear. I don't need it, and I'm not interested. My life is better than anyone's, and I don't know who's really debasing themselves here."


Chapter 2