Choosing the Right One

When I turn 20, my grandfather's old friend—now the richest man in the country—lays out photos of his grandsons in front of me. He says, "Pick one to be your husband."

Without hesitation, I choose Nathaniel Chapman.

Everyone in the room is stunned. After all, it's no secret I've always been hopelessly in love with George Chapman. I used to swear I'd marry no one but him.

In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married George. And because of that marriage, he inherited the lion's share of his grandfather's wealth.

But after the wedding, he started an affair with my sister. My parents were furious and sent her abroad to study.

George thought I was the one who exposed them. From then on, he hated me to my very core.

Women came and went at his side, each one resembling my sister more than the last.

The betrayal crushed me. I fell into deep depression.

Later, he secretly replaced my medication with slow-acting poison. I died with a child in my womb—alone, bitter, and betrayed.

Now, I've been reborn. This time, I choose to let them have each other.

But what I don't expect is that George has been reborn too.

I had just stepped out of Mr. Chapman Senior's study when I ran into George Chapman and his cousins.

The moment they laid eyes on me, they scattered. But even as they walked away, they couldn't help but take jabs at me.

"Beatrice, here for George again? You really don't hold back, do you? Aren't you worried that your war-hero grandpa's rolling in his grave, watching you throw yourself at a man like this?"

George, meanwhile, stared at me coldly.

"What are you doing here?" he asked sharply. "Are you trying to get Grandpa to put in a good word for you again? You already brought up how your grandfather saved him in the war, didn't you? Haven't you milked that story enough?

"You know what, don't bother. You've already embarrassed me enough by turning our relationship into the talk of the town. I haven't made up my mind about the wedding. No matter who you run to, it won't make a difference."

His eyes were filled with contempt and disgust. Just like in my previous life, my love had never been enough to move him.

I let out a long breath before calmly saying, "Does this have anything to do with you? Mr. Chapman Senior was the one who invited me. He's throwing a birthday party for me tomorrow."

As soon as my words settled, George's cousins froze.

"What? Grandpa's hosting a party for you?" one of them blurted.

I knew exactly why they looked so stunned. Mr. Chapman Senior hadn't involved himself in family affairs in years. Now that he was stepping in, it was clear this was more than just a birthday party.

He had once told me that on my 20th birthday, I'd have to choose a husband from among the Chapman young