I'm Reborn, but My Obsession With Him Is Not

I no longer deliver meals to my husband, Zachary Smith—the man who became the factory manager after receiving a scholarship that brought him to the city—since my rebirth.

I even make sure to detour using the gate at the factory's north side whenever he uses the southern gate after he finishes his meetings.

In my past life, I was fully aware he took me as his wife—a humble country woman—just for the chance to move to the city. Yet, I insisted on becoming his wife, anyway. After all, I was convinced that a person's true affections could be earned and nurtured.

Yet, Zachary maintained a constant, formal distance throughout our marriage. He would simply offer me a book the moment I attempted to bridge the gap, saying, "You should study more so that you don't continually attract people's contempt."

I got emboldened by the drink as I threw my arms around him, yet he merely accepted the embrace rigidly, whispering, "It's just what married couples do."

It wasn't until decades later, as I lay on my deathbed, that I discovered the heartbreaking words in his autobiography. In it, he stated that our entire marriage was like being trapped in a mire and that he never wanted to be with me again if he were to ever be reborn.

I felt a searing pain tearing through my heart as I closed my eyes in devastating anguish.

When I open my eyes again, I find myself back at the point in time when the gossip about Zachary and Juliana Ziegler, the factory's technician who studied abroad, first began to spread.

In this life, I choose not to fight or cause drama. Instead, I am the one who brings up the divorce.

In that instant, Zachary Smith's composure finally broke.

Juliana Ziegler, who was standing beside him, immediately replaced her triumphant smirk with a look of utter distress. "You've got this all wrong, Ms. Warner. There's nothing inappropriate going on between us, as Zachary merely admires my talent.

"I came here today for the sole purpose of clearing up this misunderstanding, so please spare him and direct all your anger at me instead, Ms. Warner!"

Having said that, Juliana flexed her knees, intending to grovel before my feet.

Zachary quickly moved to support her. He then turned to glare at me, snapping, "That's enough, Serenity Warner! Do you really have to humiliate someone like this over such a trivial matter? You'd better apologize to Ms. Ziegler now!"

I hadn't even uttered a single word, yet I was immediately labeled the jealous, histrionic one. In my past life, whenever I had a conflict with Juliana, I was always deemed the one at fault, as Zachary consistently took Juliana's side.

In addition, our arguments were always the talk of the town, with them always dismissing me as nothing more than a narrow-minded country bumpkin with a vindictive streak.

"What is there to apologize for when I hadn't even uttered a single word? Do you expect