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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

"Dane, do you really not regret it? You wrote me so many love letters, you said you would love me for a lifetime. How could you so easily be with someone else?"


"What if I said I was dying? Dane, can you be so heartless?"


My steps faltered for a moment, a strange emotion welling up inside me, but it quickly subsided.


"Medical science is very advanced now. You won't die."


Just then, Faye called to say she'd be here soon.


Genevieve stood there, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on my back.


I walked away without acknowledging her further.


I had thought that if I spoke firmly enough, Genevieve would take the hint and leave.


She somehow found out our home address and waited there for me every day.


Even Faye's good temper was provoked. She had someone rough Genevieve up.


"A piece of trash like you dares to covet my husband? Get lost!"


Chapter 9