After Reborn, I Divorced the Richest Man

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn?

Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher.

Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors.

The Don.

The richest man alive.

The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row.

In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered.

I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife.

However, it didn't work.

To him, I was no different than a waitress he might casually tip—forgettable, replaceable, invisible.

So this time, I'm not begging. I'm not pretending.

I'm handing Madeline Brooks the key to my place in his life, and walking away.

She's Finn's first love, and also the shadow that haunted every day of my last life.

Now Madeline was sitting opposite to me, blinked at me like she didn't hear me right.

"You tried so hard to push me out," she said slowly, eyes narrowed. "Now you want me to be with Finn?"

"Yes. That's all I'm asking. Just talk to Finn. Tell him to sign the divorce papers."

I looked at her confused face and kept going.

"Everyone knows I'm the last person who'd ever let Finn go. So if I say I want a divorce, he won't believe me for a second. But you? You're the one who can make that happen... aren't you?"

She laughed, because she was finally getting her chance.

I laughed too, because I was finally free.

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn?

Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher.

Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors.

The Don.

The richest man alive.

The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row.

In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered.

I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife.

However, it didn't work.

To him, I was no different than a waitress he might casually tip—forgettable, replaceable, invisible.

So this time, I'm not begging. I'm not pretending.

I'm handing Madeline Brooks the key to my place in his life, and walking away.

She's Finn's first love, and also the shadow that haunted every day of my last life.

Now Madeline was sitting opposite to me, blinked at me like she didn't hear me right.

"You tried so hard to push me out," she said slowly, eyes narrowed. "Now you want me to be with Finn?"

"Yes. That's all I'm asking. Just talk to Finn. Tell him to sign the divorce papers."

I looked at her confused face and kept going.

"Everyone knows I'm the last person who'd ever let Finn go.