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I was reborn on the day of the pilot selection and promptly withdrew from the competition.
This was because in my previous life, after being chosen as a pilot with top marks,
My childhood sweetheart Seraphina wanted the runner-up, Zoran, to be selected instead. She fabricated medical records to accuse me on the spot.
"Alaric has schizophrenia, he's completely unfit to be a pilot!"
After I was forced out of the running, she then pretended to make amends.
She got me drunk and cut my tendons, utterly crushing my dreams of becoming a pilot.
Just when I was on the brink of suicide multiple times, Genevieve, who had always secretly loved me, encouraged and comforted me to start anew.
But on the night of our wedding, Zoran merely said he missed her.
Genevieve immediately abandoned me to spend the night with him.
Devastated by these consecutive blows, I lost my mind and accidentally fell to my death.
When I opened my eyes again.I decided to abandon commercial aircraft and opt for a higher, farther-reaching plane. This time, I'm going to soar freely through the heavens!

First Love Helps Pure Love Become a Pilot

"Alaric, we heard about your promotion and contacted your aunt and uncle to host a celebration party for you at their Beverly Hills mansion."


It seems they don't know about my withdrawal yet.


That's probably for the best. If they found out, it would just cause a fuss.


In the past, Zoran would always tag along to any activities or competitions I participated in.


At first, I thought it was just because he was eager to prove himself.


Later on, every first-place finish I could have won ended up being snatched by Zoran and attributed to his name.


I was mocked by outsiders who didn't know the truth, always participating but never bringing home even a third-place trophy.


I became a laughingstock in New York City's high society.


Whenever I confronted Zoran about this, he would act like a pitiful puppy and run crying to Seraphina and Genevieve.


"I lived in the countryside for over a decade, always envying the kids on TV who got to compete in all sorts of contests and win prizes."


As soon as Zoran brought this up, Seraphina and Genevieve would tell me to let it go.


"Alaric!"You occupied Zoran's life of luxury for over a decade. Let him have these awards!"


"That's right! Zoran suffered for you for more than ten years. Now he's just asking for a few trophies!"


At that moment, my heart felt as if it had been pierced through.


Coming back to my senses, my footsteps faltered on the stairs for quite a while.


Zoran looked at me with a troubled expression and asked, "Big brother Alaric, do you not want to go to the Beverly Hills mansion?"


Hearing this, Seraphina and Genevieve frowned in displeasure and looked at me.


As soon as I spoke, their faces lit up with smiles again.


Zoran pouted and mumbled, "Then let's walk."


It had been four or five years since I last moved out of the Beverly Hills mansion.


That year, I stubbornly refused to inherit the company, wanting to become a pilot instead. I had a fierce argument with my adoptive parents.


The next day, Zoran showed up with a paternity test.


Since then, we've barely spoken properly, let alone seen each other much.


This was a good opportunity to see them.


As soon as the car came to a stop, Mr.Mrs. Carlisle eagerly stepped out to greet them.


Mr. Carlisle spoke with the warmth of an old friend, "Everything's all set, we've been waiting for you!"


Zoran rushed forward, taking his place beside Mr. Carlisle.


Seraphina and Genevieve followed closely, linking arms with Mrs. Carlisle.


The picture-perfect family, all smiles and harmony.


Over the years, I've grown accustomed to scenes like this.


But each time I witness it, a pang of bitterness still strikes me.


Suddenly, I'm reminded of when I was still known as Alaric.


I, too, once stood tall and proud next to Mr. Carlisle, just like Zoran does now.


Watching Seraphina and Genevieve playfully chatting with Mrs. Carlisle, hand in hand.


Sadly, that warm, familial atmosphere is now nothing but a distant memory.


Zoran's smug gaze drifted in my direction.


In the next moment, his expression switched to one of feigned surprise as he said,


"Oh~ Brother Alaric is here too. My bad for not giving everyone a heads up."


At his words, the group finally turned their attention towards me.


Mr.Mrs. Carlisle's face was filled with surprise.


I nodded slightly and stepped forward slowly.


Genevieve, unable to contain her excitement, began introducing me to the venue she had personally decorated.


"I've arranged 9,999 roses here, interspersed with quite a few golden leaves. Besides expressing my love for you, I hope you'll shine as brilliantly as these golden leaves!"


I forced a slight smile at the corner of my mouth.


Chapter 2