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A car accident robbed Nadira of her memory, leaving her to mistakenly believe that Aditya was her true love.

She married into wealth, only to find herself trapped in a living nightmare. Her sister Aisha's schemes, her husband's icy cruelty, the dehumanizing abuse in prison, the wrongful conviction, and the terminal diagnosis all drove her to despair.

"Countdown," Adi started counting down, "Five, four..."
Bang. Nadi bent her knees. Her knees hit the cold, hard cement surface with a loud sound. The rainwater in the puddles splashed high.
"Aisha, I was wrong."
"Louder!" Adi ordered Nadi, even pressing her neck to make her kowtow.
Nadi's heart ached desperately as the man who had loved her for many years forced her to kowtow to Aisha, the real culprit behind all this self-directed drama.
She was wrong. She shouldn't have fallen in love with Adi!
If she hadn't loved Adi, would all this not have happened?

In the end, she took her own life, bringing a tragic close to her suffering existence.

Reborn with the memories of her past life, Nadira vowed to change her destiny. She performed on the streets, hoping to reunite with Reza, the man she had truly loved in her previous existence.

Their love transcended time and space, blossoming anew, from the sweetness of their school days to the solemn exchange of wedding vows. Reza enveloped her in unwavering devotion, building a fortress of happiness around her. Meanwhile, Aditya, also reborn, could only watch from the shadows, consumed by regret and longing.

Reincarnation: No Longer Your Love's Replacement

Nadi emitted a faint derisive snort. She should have realized it much earlier, that it was always better to depend on oneself rather than others. In this world, only oneself is truly reliable and loyal. 


Resolutely, she crawled towards the third floor. 


When she finally reached the third floor, leaned against the wall to stand up, and was about to push open the door of the third-floor medical room, suddenly there were consecutive gasps from downstairs. Immediately, a group of servants clamored, "Amin, what's wrong?" 


"Someone come quickly. Amin has fainted. Call the family doctor!" 


"You, hurry and take Amin to the third-floor medical room!" 


In just a few seconds, a robust bodyguard carried Amin upstairs, getting into the medical room before Nadi. Then, the bodyguard slammed the door of the medical room shut, leaving Nadi outside. 


Nadi's hand couldn't wait. The longer the treatment was postponed, the worse the recovery would be. 


The Solace of Solitude