I Avoided Interacting With My Husband

After being reborn, I stayed away from my husband every chance I got.

He told me to be a housewife after college, but I secretly applied for graduate school.

He would give his first love money to help her, but I quietly kept the money away.

He said he was ready to marry me, but I ran away instead.

In my past life, his first love and I had babies at the same time. However, he secretly switched them.

My real child died when she was born. So, I ended up raising their child and helping him succeed.

When we were old, they pushed me off a mountain so that they could be together.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the year I graduated.

“Happy graduation!”

Someone suddenly shoved a stack of pots and pans into my arms.

I spaced out, and everything fell to the floor with a loud crash.

The expression of the woman before me instantly darkened.

“Julia, what are you doing?! I spent so much time picking out these kitchen utensils for you! It’s perfect for a woman!”

Orion Spencer’s mom, Claudia Palmer, would not stop yelling at me while shoving a finger in my face.

However, I was still caught up in the joy of returning to the past.

I did the math and realized it was the last day to sign up for the graduate school exam.

“Are you even listening? How can you take care of Orion like this?”

When I heard Orion’s name, his tall, confident figure flashed in my mind.

In my past life, I always thought I was lucky to win him over.

He was handsome and one of the best students in school. He loved basketball and even made it onto the state team. He also enjoyed writing songs, and people loved whatever he wrote.

When he mentioned wanting to be a doctor, a top medical professor quickly chose him as a student.

Everyone was jealous that I was engaged to him and that he liked me.

Only I knew he was selfish and terrible.

Just thinking about what he did in my past life made me clench my fists.

I pushed down my disgust and said with a fake smile, “You should go home. I have something to do.”

Then, I ran straight to the internet cafe by the school gate. I ignored Claudia as she called after me.

My roommate was stunned when she saw me quickly open the graduate school application page.

She asked, “Weren’t you going to be a housewife?”

I smiled and said, “This is a great time for change. I can’t let myself be stuck at home.

“I want to go to grad school and do something for the country!”

My roommate seemed surprised by how much I had changed. Her eyes lit up, and she looked at me with admiration.

Once I submitted my application, I breathed a sigh of relief and headed back to school.

In my