He Chose Faith. I Chose Freedom

When my father asked me to choose between the two Lewis brothers I had grown up with to get married to, I chose Joseph Lewis.

He was the man I had secretly loved for 13 years.

But on the day of our wedding, his stepsister, Jessica Lewis, leaped off the rooftop of the hotel. She left behind a letter written in blood, blessing Joseph and me with a lifetime of love and happiness.

It was only then that I learned that the two of them had been secretly in love for years.

At the wedding, Joseph lost control in front of everyone, declaring that he would no longer be concerned with any worldly affairs. I was left standing helplessly in place.

For the rest of his life, he lived in guilt, keeping vigil beside Jessica's grave.

I resented his deceit, yet stubbornly clung to our marriage, and we tormented each other for years.

This went on until we were kidnapped one day. To save me, he perished together with the kidnappers.

Before he died, he looked at me and said, "Evelyn, it was wrong of me to keep it from you. But now that both Jessica and I are gone, that should settle the debt, shouldn't it? If there's a next time, don't choose me again."

Then, I reopen my eyes to see that I have returned to the day when my father asked me to choose my fiance.

This time, I will firmly choose his elder brother, Theodore Lewis.

"Eve, I know you've always liked Joseph, but I still think you should consider Theodore. He might be a little boring compared to Joseph, but he's a lot more serious. Most importantly, I can see how good he is to you."

My head throbbed with pain as I slowly lifted my gaze and saw my dad, Horace Pierce, sitting before me, patiently trying to persuade me.

When I looked around, I realized that I had been reborn.

I had been reborn to the time before everything had happened.

In my past life, after Joseph died, I was forced off a cliff into the sea by the kidnapper's accomplices. Even now, I could still feel that suffocating sensation of salt water flooding my lungs.

I fearfully took a deep breath, as if it were the only way I could convince myself I had truly come back to life.

Dad saw how pale I was and asked worriedly, "Eve, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

He then hollered at the butler, "Call Dr. Chase right now!"

At his worried expression, I hurried to reassure him. "Dad, I'm fine, really. I just caught a little cold."

Then, I threw my arms around him as my eyes reddened. "Dad, I missed you so much."

In my previous life, I completely fell apart because of Joseph. I was barely living my life.

Dad's heart ached for me, and he always tried to comfort me. In the end, he died in a car accident on his