After Rebirth, I Divorced Him First, But He Won’t Let Go
For thirty years of marriage, the best wishes that Quinn and I exchanged were “I hope you rot in hell.”
I hated that his heart belonged to another woman, the white moonlight in his life, and he hated that I had destroyed their perfect match.
I died after we had a huge fight.
Before slamming the door, he’d added
something to my tea.
The moment the poison took effect, I knew who
had done it. I stubbornly waited until he got
home, then plunged a knife into his gut,
dragging him to hell with me.
But in my last moments, I overheard him
stopping his men from killing me, using his final
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strength to order them:
“Give her…the antidote…I found…
“After I die, you…must continue to investigate…who has been poisoning her…
“And…when she wakes up, don’t tell that crazy woman…that I got her the antidote…”
A single tear rolled down my cheek as my eyes closed.
In my final breath, I realized how terribly wrong we’d been.
Reborn, I immediately changed my college application to schools across the ocean.
From then on, a vast world opened up for me, and he was free to chase after his true love.
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When I opened my eyes again, I was leaning against a warm embrace, a spoonful of ginger soup being fed to my lips. I turned my head sharply and met Quinn’s bloodshot eyes.
Instantly, we both froze.
This was the morning after I had stood in the rain all night, trying to force him to marry me.
Quinn clearly hadn’t slept, his jaw shadowed with stubble.
“Drink it yourself.”
Seeing I was awake, the worry in his eyes
vanished, replaced by the familiar tension from our past life.
“Quinn…”
I spoke, my voice hoarse.
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“Yeah?”
“Hold me again…”
He stood up to leave.
But the next second, I grabbed him from
behind.
The tension in his muscles was obvious beneath
my palms.
“Savannah…”
He gripped my hands tightly.
“You can’t force what isn’t there.”
“I know.”
I pressed against his back, savoring his warmth
one last time.
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“I get it now.”
“Got it now…”
His scoff was full of weariness.
“That’s what you always say.”
Forcibly pulling my hands away, he pushed me onto the bed and left without looking back.
His retreating figure, silhouetted against the door, was eerily similar to our last moment in my past life.
I looked down at my palms.
His warmth was still there.
But he didn’t know.
This time, I really got it.
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I was the girl he’d grown up with, the daughter
of a deceased family friend, the annoying girl
next door he could never shake.
But I was never his wife…
I closed my eyes.
I understood.
I was letting go.
My phone vibrated. It was a call from my assistant.
“Ms. Song, we’ve scouted Martha’s Vineyard, you’ve always wanted to have your wedding there, right? Should we move the venue?”
“Find out if Scarlett O’Malley likes the sea too. If she does, change it.”
“Ms. Song?”
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“Ms. Song?”
My assistant thought he’d misheard me.
“But you’re the bride.”
“Not anymore.”
Hanging up, I called the professor who was supervising my doctorate.
“You’re sure? No wedding? You’re really
coming to work with me on the project abroad?”
My professor checked again and again.
I nodded firmly.
“I’m sure. No turning back.”
My professor sighed in relief, quickly signing
the documents. afraid I’d change my mind.
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“Even though you’re graduating, they really
wanted you to stay. Lots of people applied, but no one can replace you.
“It’s good you figured things out. Marriage can wait a few years, it’s not a race.”
I felt guilty.
They had specifically requested me for this project.
But I’d been obsessed with Quinn, stubbornly refusing my professor’s invitation.
