Double Rebirth: From His Wife to His Brother's Bride

After Rowan Blackwood and I get into a car accident, we get reborn at the same time.

In my previous life, I was one of the candidates who were groomed by the Blackwood family from a young age as the Blackwood brothers' potential wives. It was he who had personally selected me to become his fiancee as well.

But Rowan never announced our relationship in front of the outsiders, though he had no problems being all lovey-dovey with me in front of the Blackwoods.

That was, until I witnessed him pinning Lyra Whitmore, who used to be a fellow candidate but got freshly widowed by his older brother, against a corner with slightly reddened eyes.

"I regret my decision…"

In this lifetime, when it's time for the Blackwood brothers to choose their wives, Rowan didn't approach me.

"Mom, Dad, I want to be the one who makes his choice first! I want her to become my fiancee!"

Young Rowan takes Lyra's hand without even sparing me a glance.

That's when I suddenly realize the reason why Rowan never shed a tear, although I suffered from massive bleeding during my labor in my previous lifetime.

It turns out that he has never loved me at all.

"Well, it seems that you shall be my fiancee, then."

As I look at Adrian Blackwood's gentle smile—the very same man who died early in my previous lifetime—I nod in response.

This time, I decide to grant Rowan his wish.

After walking out of the living room, Rowan Blackwood looked at Lyra Whitmore affectionately. The moment he noticed me stepping out, he instantly became wary, shielding Lyra behind his back.

"Why are you following us? Don't think I'll choose you just because you're pretending to be pitiful now. My fiancee can only be Lyra; a malicious woman like you isn't even worthy of carrying Lyra's shoes. In fact, you belong with my older brother, whose days are numbered!"

The moment the words left his mouth, he shoved me away with brute force. Caught entirely off guard, I staggered and fell onto the cold floor. A sharp pain shot through my elbow.

Yet, he didn't even spare me a single glance. Holding Lyra close as she nestled in his arms, he left without a backward glance.

Propping myself up against the ground, I attempted to stand.

Just then, someone came to a slow halt right in front of me. I lifted my head and met the pale yet gentle face of Adrian Blackwood, Rowan's elder brother. I didn't know how long he had been standing there or how much he had seen.

"Do you like Rowan?" he asked.

I shook my head. "You're perfect just the way you are, Mr. Blackwood."

He froze for a moment. A faint trace of surprise flashed through his eyes, as if he hadn't expected me to respond in that manner. "What's your name?"

"Sylvia Laurent."

"Good to know." He held out his hand. His palm wasn't warm—it was actually a