Reborn to be Truly Loved

Nine years ago, Charlotte Green willingly bound herself to a companionship system to save her sister.

The system guided her to the side of Eric Lorvis, a man adored by fate and envied by the world. Her role, as dictated, was to pursue him under the guise of being mute.

Before long, everyone in their social circle knew of the mute woman who loved Eric with a fervor bordering on madness.

At a gathering one evening, he finally relented. "If you make yourself look like Emily, I'll allow you to stay by my side."

Without hesitation, Charlotte borrowed money to undergo plastic surgery. She reshaped herself to resemble Emily Spencer—Eric's first love. With painstaking precision, she molded her preferences to match his, learned to cook his favorite dishes, and catered to his every need.

Yet to him, she was no more than a housekeeper. He neither hid his disdain nor spared her his indifference. His insults, his cold stares—she bore them all in silence. She didn't care. As long as she fulfilled her task, the day would come when she could finally leave this world behind.

However, when Charlotte truly died, the cold and aloof Eric, who had always appeared so composed in front of others, lost his mind...

Nine years ago, Charlotte Green willingly bound herself to a companionship system to save her sister. The system guided her to the side of Eric Lorvis, a man adored by fate and envied by the world. Her role, as dictated, was to pursue him under the guise of being mute.

Before long, everyone in their social circle knew of the mute woman who loved Eric with a fervor bordering on madness.

At a gathering one evening, he finally relented, though his words were as cold as the winter wind.

"If you make yourself look like Emily, I'll allow you to stay by my side."

Without hesitation, Charlotte borrowed money to undergo plastic surgery. She reshaped herself to resemble Emily Spencer—the woman Eric revered as his untouchable ideal. With painstaking precision, she molded her preferences to match his, learned to cook his favorite dishes, and catered to his every need.

Yet to him, she was no more than a housekeeper. He neither hid his disdain nor spared her his indifference. His insults, his cold stares—she bore them all in silence. She didn't care. As long as she fulfilled her task, the day would come when she could finally leave this world behind.

...

It was 1 a.m., and Charlotte sat in the living room, waiting. She had been waiting for five hours.

Yesterday was her birthday. It was also the seventh anniversary of her marriage to Eric.

Her neck ached as she rubbed at the tension. Rising from her seat, she picked up the lavish meal she had painstakingly prepared—nine dishes and a soup—and dumped it into the trash.

The clatter of porcelain and the splatter of broth left the kitchen in disarray, yet she stood frozen, dazed by the scene.

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