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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

"Hearing that Ms. Blackwood is also coming later, is it really okay to have someone like that here?"


The man scratched his head, somewhat perplexed.


"It's fine. Consider it an opportunity to show him the world. Ms. Blackwood is one of the wealthiest people globally, not someone you can meet just anywhere."


"What are you doing here?" A gentle, steady voice sounded behind me.


A warm jacket was draped over my shoulders.


Faye enveloped my cold hands in hers. "Why are you so cold? Isn't it not time for your presentation yet? Why did you come early?"


Her voice was like a sedative, calming my restless thoughts.


"Faye? Oh no... Ms. Blackwood, what are you doing here?"


Genevieve was dumbfounded, unable to believe what she was seeing.


"I'm here to pick up my husband. Do you know each other?"


Faye didn't even glance at her, focusing solely on fixing my hair.


"Just ordinary college classmates. We weren't close."


The air suddenly fell silent, remaining quiet for a long while.


"Da...Dane, is Ms. Blackwood your darling?"


Someone finally broke the silence, sounding so abrupt in this eerie atmosphere.


No one answered, but the facts were right there in front of them. No one dared to disbelieve it.


"Ms. Blackwood is hugging him, isn't that obvious?"


"But isn't Ms. Blackwood single? When did she get a husband?"


Low murmurs of astonishment spread around.


Faye finally looked up. "My husband doesn't like too much attention. We've been married for five years."


Five years—exactly the time since my rebirth until today.


I glanced at Genevieve's face. She stood there dumbfounded, staring in disbelief at everything unfolding before her.


Faye gripped my arms, facing me and looking for a long moment. "Did you spend all day in the art studio again while I was working overtime? Are you hungry?"


I wrapped my arms around her waist, giving a small nod. "I was indeed a bit tired, but I'd be fine after resting for a while."


Faye protectively shielded me. "Who are you?"


"I'm his ex-girlfriend. Ms. Blackwood, what kind of deal did you strike with him? Is that why you're putting on this act in front of us?"


"Someone like him isn't fit for marriage, I don't believe..."


"So you're Dane's undead ex. Seems like you're the one unfit for marriage."


Suddenly, Genevieve lunged at me like a madwoman.


Her hand gripped my wrist so tightly it hurt. When she was pushed away, I noticed it had already turned red.


"Dane, you don't need to buy off Ms. Blackwood just to spite me, I..."


Her expression was strange. Quint tried to stop her, but it had no effect.


Faye shielded me. "We're legally married. If you keep harassing my husband, I won't hesitate to have you pay a visit to the police station."


I didn't want to say anything more to Genevieve, so I grabbed Faye's hand to leave.


Geneviene collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, her eyes fixed on me intently.


"How is this possible? You couldn't possibly marry someone else."


Chapter 4