Loved in Rebirth

I decided to cut all ties with Julia Summers. She said she was busy with work, so I quietly packed my suitcase in our bedroom.

Then she brought her so-called true love, Henry Stone, home.

Right then and there, I asked for a divorce.

In my past life, I’d poured my heart and soul into this family and nearly drained every last bit of our savings. Even then, on my fortieth birthday, my own children knelt before me, begging me to let Julia’s dying lover be buried in the Summers Estate.

I looked at Julia and said, "You once told me you’d only ever love me. Have you really forgotten?"

Her eyes turned red.

"I’ll stay with you," she said, her voice trembling. "But Henry just wants a name. Why would you hold a grudge against someone who’s dying?"

When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty-five. This time, I’d give them what they wanted and finally give myself what I deserved.

"Mr. Reed, why on earth are you filing for divorce?"

The housekeeper, Dilly Carter's eyes were red and puffy from crying. "You and Ms. Summers have been married for so many years. Your life together has always seemed peaceful and happy. She has always treated you well, and you should think about the children too, shouldn't you?"

Julia Summers, my wife, was the golden girl of Astoria City's elite circle. Her grandfather had been a diplomat, and she was beautiful, young, and had already taken over the family business. Her future was limitless.

Even though my father, Richard Reed, was the richest man in Astoria, I'd still come from humble roots. Marrying her had always felt like reaching above my station.

Since our wedding, Julia would come home right after work. There were never any scandals or gossip about her.

Our children were bright, well-behaved, and never caused trouble. We were the picture-perfect family anyone would envy.

However, after living an entire life once before, I knew the truth: all of it was a lie.

I looked into the mirror at the young, handsome face staring back at me and said firmly, "Yes. I don't want Julia Summers or the kids anymore. I'll tell the family tonight that I'm moving back home tomorrow."

Dilly swallowed her tears and quietly left the room.

Just then, Julia walked in, holding a drink. She was never the type to bring anything home, but lately she'd started coming back late, and always with something in her hands.

I figured she bought it for someone else and just picked up an extra on impulse, hoping that tiny gesture would soothe her guilt.

She set the drink on the table. Seeing that I made no move to take it, a faint crease appeared between her brows.

"Why aren't you drinking it? I brought it especially for you."

"I don't drink anything sweet," I said evenly.

The drinks she brought home were always sugary, so sweet that I practically needed insulin just from the