Reborn I Let My Groom Marry His Mistress

The day I submitted our marriage application, Carolina Parker, Hugo Cruz's childhood friend, tragically ended her life by jumping into a river. This event set off a chain of actions that led Hugo to accept a transfer to the southern states, where he stayed for four decades, never returning home. During those years, I stayed with his parents, raising his younger sister on my own.

Yet, my loyalty was met with coldness and blame from his entire family:

"If it weren't for you insisting on marrying Hugo, Carolina wouldn't have died, and Hugo wouldn't have left for forty years."

"You think you're the victim? You're the one who drove Carolina to her death, and now Hugo can't come back to us. I hope you meet a miserable end!"

They seemed to forget that it was Carolina who had rejected Hugo for his family's poverty and left him first. Later, it was Hugo who proposed to me.

That curse didn't affect me; instead, it seemed to catch up with Hugo. During an assignment, he was brutally murdered by criminals, and all that was returned was a blood-stained letter:

"Emberlynn Lawrence, let's not meet in the next life."

On the day of his funeral, Hugo's family coldly drove me out. With nowhere else to go, I found myself standing on the tracks that night, intending to end it all. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back at the day we submitted the marriage application. This time, I was determined not to let the tragedy repeat.

"Hugo," his voice brought me back to the present, "Carolina's not feeling well. I need to check on her. Can we postpone our marriage application?"

I looked up at the handsome man standing before me. At twenty-four, Hugo was tall, with chiseled features and sharp angles—a figure I once adored. But now, all I wanted was to keep my distance.

Seeing my silence, he continued, "Carolina's like a little sister to me. Her parents aren't around, and as her brother..."

I cut him off: "It's fine, go ahead. The marriage application can wait. Carolina's health is more important."

Hugo looked at me, puzzled, suspicion etched on his face: "Why are you acting so weird today? You're not planning anything, are you?"

"I'm telling you, if you have any complaints, take them up with me. Carolina is innocent."

His words twisted my heart, but I remained calm on the outside. "If Carolina is your sister, then she's mine too. I just hope we can all get along."

His scrutinizing gaze didn’t waver. I urged him, "What are you waiting for? Go!"

Hugo's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and without another word, he turned and left. Only then did I unclench my hands.

In my past life, I had insisted that Hugo submit the marriage application before seeing Carolina, which drove her to despair. Hugo had hated me for it, staying away for forty years. His family blamed me, tormenting me daily. But this time,