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“I want a divorce,” Nathaniel said with no emotions. 
I was shocked at how callus he could be. I didn’t get a chance to tell him about my pregnancy.
After five years of marriage, I still couldn't warm his heart. I understood I would never be able to replace my sister in his heart.
“Fine. Let’s divorce then.”
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I, Zara Moore, married my brother-in-law to fulfil my dying sister’s last wish. I poured my heart into this marriage, cared for him, and loved his son like my own, hoping that one day, he might return my feelings. 
It was only my wishful thought. I ended up being killed in my past life.
Reborn, I could see the truth clearly.
To him, I was a promise he made to his first love. Tired of being just an obligation, I decided to leave him and not tell him about the child in my womb. But with tearful eyes, he pleaded for one more chance.
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“Don’t bring up divorce,” Nathaniel growled, his cold gaze fixed on me. 
“I am done with this emotionless marriage,” I retaliated. 
"What about the promise you made?" He hissed, squeezing my arm. 
I gritted my teeth. “I tried to warm your heart for five years, but I failed. I don’t want to keep doing this.”
His expression changed, his eyes pleading. “Give me a chance. I’ll make up to you.”  
I stared at him, stunned. He clearly didn’t love me. Why was he unwilling to let me go?
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Zara's heart shattered at his question. No matter how many times she told herself to stay strong, she couldn't bear to see fear in his eyes.

She pulled her into her arms. "I'm not going anywhere," she whispered. "I could never leave you. Never."

Riya scoffed and rolled her eyes. She folded her arms and said, "Zara, I want to talk to you. Can we step outside for a moment?"

Zara looked at her coldly, the fire returning to her eyes. "Fine. Wait for me in the hall."

When Zara glanced back at Zane, she saw him sitting silently, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. She froze. That unconscious motion struck her heart.

It was a familiar gesture—one that both she and Nora used to do whenever they were anxious. Zane had inherited that habit.

A wave of tenderness washed over her.

"Zane," she took his tiny hands into hers, "are you upset?"

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