Rebirth: I Chose Myself and Walked Out on Him

On the day my husband, Samuel Fletcher, and I flew home, our plane ran into great turbulence, causing it to crash. We both died in that crash.

When we wake up again, we've returned to the night of our graduation day. That's when I find out Samuel has never let go of his feelings for his first love, Sienna Blake, the whole time.

I decide to grant his wish in this lifetime.

I take off my wedding dress and no longer simp over him. After that, I part ways with him, not planning to contact him ever again.

Seven years later, Samuel becomes a famous artist in the city. He and Sienna announce their relationship publicly at an art gallery.

Upon noticing that I've come to the art gallery on my own, Samuel mocks me right away.

"I know you love me deeply, but can you please stop being so shameless? I can't believe you stalked me all the way here!"

At that moment, my daughter, Elena Dalton, runs over and takes my hand.

Samuel looks extremely shell-shocked. With raised brows, he demands, "Didn't you promise you'd love me and me only? Who the hell did you have this bastard child with?"

When I met Samuel Fletcher once again, it was at an art exhibition he was hosting.

I never really liked art exhibitions, but my husband had insisted on buying me a painting as a gift and wanted me to pick one out first. So I threw on a comfortable cotton jacket, didn't bother with any makeup, and headed over to the exhibition. I never expected it to be Samuel's show.

I walked in to see him standing in the middle of the crowd with his arm around his first love, Sienna Blake.

A group of bootlickers surrounded him, including quite a few old classmates from back in the day. Their mouths were full of nothing but hollow flattery.

"This is amazing, Sam! It's only been a few years since we graduated, and you're already holding your own art exhibition!"

"It's a good thing you didn't choose Isabella Spencer back then, or you'd never have achieved all this today."

I paused for a moment when I heard them gossiping about me. But I paid them no attention and carried on looking at the paintings to kill time.

The largest portrait in the hall was covered with a white cloth.

Right at that moment, a draft blew through the hall, lifting a corner of the cloth and revealing part of the portrait's chin. For some reason, it looked strangely familiar.

Meanwhile, Samuel was saying to the crowd, "I only managed to achieve this level of success today because I chose Sienna back then. As for Isabella, she was just the most ordinary one among all my admirers. In fact, she's not worth mentioning at all."

The crowd started flattering him again. "Exactly. Sienna casually handed Sam 500 thousand dollars so he could focus entirely on his art. If he had