A Childhood Sweetheart's Crocodile Tears

When news of my arranged fiancee's death arrived, I didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, I quickly reclaimed her shares and had the death certificate issued.

I did it because I've been reborn.

In my past life, Dad was worried that women would eye my fortune as the heir to the wealthiest family. So, he arranged for me to marry one of three women he personally picked.

I chose the most outstanding one, Monica Harris, and married her. However, just three days after our wedding, she died suddenly.

Heartbroken, I was persuaded by the remaining two women to give up on marriage and remain single for life.

At 80 years old, when I returned to our special place in Sunmere Valley to reminisce, I saw Monica. She should have been dead for 60 years!

She stood beside Liam Rogers, my driver who'd gone missing decades ago, surrounded by their children and grandchildren, living a picture-perfect life.

I realized I'd been deceived my entire life. The shock sent my blood pressure soaring, and I died of a stroke on the spot.

When I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day I died.

This time, I'm going to find out exactly how someone who's supposedly dead keeps on living.

"Orlando, Monica spent her entire short life by your side. She even climbed that mountain in the rain to conduct field research for you. Now that she's gone, you must never remarry, or Monica will be heartbroken."

"Oh, and Monica's shares should be transferred to the two of us. We'll work together with you to protect everything Monica left behind."

Hearing those familiar voices, I sat bolt upright in bed. I had been reborn on the very day Monica faked her death and ran away with her lover!

"Where is Liam Rogers?" I demanded.

At my questioning, the two women—Clarissa Harris and Jocelyn Harris—froze.

"Monica just died, and you're more concerned about some driver? Are we really worth so little to you?" they accused.

Watching their faces twist in anger, I chuckled instead of panicking. "If Monica's dead, then I'm reclaiming all the shares transferred to her."

Then, I turned to my assistant, Eric James, and ordered, "Eric, come with me to the courthouse. We're removing her legal status and filing the death certificate."

Eric rushed to follow, while Clarissa and Jocelyn stood there, stunned.

They shouted, "Orlando, she just passed, and you're already this coldhearted? Shouldn't we get a share of what she left behind?"

Seeing their bloodshot eyes, I didn't slow my pace one bit. In my last life, when I heard Monica had died, I cried until I passed out and swore to stay loyal to her forever. As for her shares, I handed them over to Clarissa and Jocelyn under their subtle suggestions.

However, I knew something was wrong when I saw Monica in Sunmere Valley with our long-lost driver Liam, living happily as a family.

I had my people urgently audit the accounts