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Jennifer woke up reborn at twenty–five.
She remembered marrying Alexander Smith, CEO of California, in her past life, then living with her mother in his estate,
Relatives envied her, calling her incredibly lucky to land Alexander.
Only she knew the suffering that followed.
At forty–five in her previous life, depressed and abandoned by Alexander, she’d locked herself in the kitchen and twisted the gas valve.
All because of Alexander’s first love.
Jennifer frowned. She knew that woman would come today–so she’d prepared divorce papers in advance.
This coffee house was Alexander’s favorite haunt. She’d never forget it.
Here, he’d secretly met his mistress for years
She’d discovered the truth by following him, only to be slapped when she
tried to confront him.
His words still echoed:
“Our affairs are none of your concern.”
That day, she’d sobbed in a street corner for hours.
She’d been twenty–five then too.
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Now, clarity struck Jennifer.
All those years wasted loving the wrong man.
Alexander never once truly looked at her until her death.
This time, she’d live for herself.
She pressed her hand against the coffee house door handle, brow furrowed.
Turned it.
The scent of tea washed over her as she spotted Nicole Harris in the
corner.
Nicole sat across from her, expression cold. “Alexander loves me. Give up. and stop clinging to him.”
Jennifer slid the divorce papers forward. “Gladly. Have him sign these.
Once the cooling–off period ends, I’ll vanish.”
Nicole’s eyes widened, startled by her swift surrender.
So swift she’d abandon the title of Mrs. Smith.
Jennifer met her gaze without flinching, voice steady. “Since he’s always wanted you, I’ll step aside.
Just get Alexander’s signature. Whatever happens between you afterward is none of my business.”
She took a sip of water.
No more playing the fool–the deceived Mrs. Smith kept in the dark
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forever.
Never again.
Nicole’s fingers tightened around her cup, tracing its rim as she glared.
“Jennifer, what’s your game?”
“No games. Just tired.”
Jennifer held her stare–no fear, nothing but clarity.
After speaking, she stood up and walked out.
The constant flow of people in the coffee house felt overwhelmingly noisy
to her.
Seeing her resolute tone, Nicole felt her defenses lowering. She stood and called after Jennifer’s retreating figure, “You gave Alexander to me. Once I become Mrs. Smith, don’t expect me to give him back.”
Jennifer didn’t pause, continuing her stride out.
She’d endured enough torment from Alexander in her past life.
Nicole followed Jennifer out of the coffee house, swiping her phone screen to find Alexander’s number and dialing.
The call connected unusually fast.
“Alexander, can you come pick me up now?
I’m at Islands coffee house.”
Jennifer stood just a traffic light away, a bitter smile touching her lips.
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She remembered all too well–in her previous life, Alexander never answered her calls willingly.
Yet now, before the next red light faded, the man himself appeared at the coffee house entrance.
Jennifer turned to see him leaning against the glass window in a tailored black suit.
Tall and broad–shouldered, with a narrow waist.
He handed Nicole the cake he carried, bending close to whisper that he’d asked his chef to add extra blueberries–her favorite. Jennifer’s heart
clenched.
Three years of marriage, and he’d never once cared about her likes or dislikes.
Even when she’d been hospitalized in her past life, he’d brought durian- the one fruit she detested. That day, she’d forced it down while turned. away, crying silently for hours.
The next moment, Alexander’s velvet voice drifted over as Jennifer watched his lips brush Nicole’s forehead.
“Craving anything?
I’ll take you.”
His tone dripped with intimate affection.
Nicole nestled closer, handing him the divorce papers Jennifer had given.
her-
deliberately blocking the signature line.
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“Just one thing I need your help with. Could you sign this document?
I found a house in the suburbs and-”
Alexander took the pen, his eyes never leaving Nicole. Where she
pointed, he signed with swift efficiency.
“Buy it if you like it.”
He finished by tenderly ruffling her hair.
Jennifer’s stomach churned.
Alexander, this time I won’t look back.
