Rebirth found that my boyfriend wanted to marry me and was ready to abandon me. After being dumped, I became a rich woman with Maybach.
I was reborn, and so was Blake.
In our last life, we were the perfect couple in everyone’s eyes.
I was a master of investment, my wealth limitless. He was an artist, his works endless.
I often made time and spent money to help him host art exhibitions, and he never refused to accompany me to social and business gatherings.
Until I became a business mogul and he a top artist, our lives were harmonious, filled with mutual respect.
Then, during an outdoor sketching trip, heavy rain triggered a mudslide. We were swallowed whole, perishing together.
Reborn again, he shamelessly declared in front of everyone,
“Vivian is all about money, crude and shallow. We artists pursue real thought and artistic expression, something vulgar people just wouldn’t get.”
Watching Blake tenderly hold Daisy’s hand while they painted, I finally understood.
He wanted a different life.
Well, I’d give him exactly that.
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“Blake, you and Vivian have been together for three years. When are you getting married?”
“She values money too much; it makes me sick. Vivian and I aren’t from the same world. Dating is one thing, but for marriage, I need someone more suitable.”
Blake casually lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and nonchalantly uttered these words to the guys in front of him.
“Yeah, right. Our Blake is going to be an artist. Vivian, on the other hand, spends all day mingling with men at business dinners. She calls it networking for money, but who knows what her actual relationship with those men is?”
“Alright, enough. She’s not like that. Just try to keep your distance from her from now on.”
Blake simply stomped out his cigarette, his face completely devoid of anger.
My whole body trembled with rage, my chest tight as if I couldn’t breathe, my mind a blank.
The first thing I did after being reborn was rush here from a business dinner.
Because on this very day in our last life, it was Blake and my third–anniversary.
He had organized an art exhibition especially for me at the gallery, proposing to me in front of everyone and speaking of
Nox wap ove for me over the past three years.
Awwwsbering all that, I chugged halt a bottle of vodka to leave the dinner, my stomach churning and aching
But the thought of seeing Blake soon had momentarily suppressed the pain, filling me with excitement and joy.
The reality was, I stood backstage at the gallery listening to Blake and his friends ridicule and insult me.
Buy Blake your paintings are so beautiful! Can you teach me?”
A female voice mached my ears. A girl in a white dress, holding a drawing board, walked towards Blake, her smile Maming like a flower
stake’s usually sharp eyes suddenly softened, his voice mellowing. He stepped forward, taking her hand holding the paintbrush, and guiding it across the canvas.
Daisy, this exhibition is specifically for you. You can learn anything you want, I’ll teach you.”
Daisy is so hardworking and talented. Shell definitely be a renowned artist someday.”
His large, strong hand gently enveloped her small, delicate one. Daisy was almost cradled in Blake’s arm, both of them smiling happily
The scene before me stung my eyes, I shifted my gaze, only then realizing that all the paintings around me were of that girl in the white dress; none had anything to do with me.
In that instant, I knew. Blake had been rebom too. He wanted a new life.
After we got married in the previous life, I had once seen a photo in Blake’s drawer. It was of him and this girl in the white dress.
They sat under a blossoming tree, heads together, gazes locked.
They looked like a couple straight out of a romance movie, perfectly in syne.
Back then, Blake told me she was just a junior student, that they often collaborated, and their relationship was slightly more intimate than casual acquaintances.
Now I knew. This girl, Daisy, was his new choice after rebirth.
