Rich Heir Rebirth: No More Childhood Sweetheart

I am the only son of the richest man in Fairmont.

Before my coming-of-age, my mother selects nine girls for me, one of whom I am to marry when I turn 18. I choose Ruth Lonsdale, the girl who had grown up by my side since we were kids.

But on our wedding day, Ruth secretly leaks my whereabouts to kidnappers and takes every single bodyguard my mother had assigned to protect me.

After I am abducted, I call her and beg for help, but she answers with a cold laugh, "You're still acting? You had a bunch of thugs go after Jack, and I haven't gotten even with you for that yet! Anyway, I only took your bodyguards to protect him and make him feel safe. Don't make such a big deal out of it."

She then hangs up.

Enraged, the kidnappers stab me repeatedly before throwing my body from the rooftop.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day I'm supposed to choose my bride.

This time, I didn't even glance at Ruth's photo. I point to the most ordinary-looking girl of them all and say, "I choose her."

When she saw where I was pointing, my mother, Dorothy Sanders, looked surprised. "Are you sure?"

I nodded seriously. "Of course. I won't joke about something like this."

Inside the banquet hall, everyone's gaze instinctively shifted toward one girl in the crowd, Ruth Lonsdale.

Envy, jealousy, and all kinds of emotions mingled together.

After all, everyone in Fairmont knew I was hopelessly in love with her. Some people were already lifting their glasses, stepping forward to congratulate Ruth.

She showed no gratitude whatsoever. With an icy expression, she strode away.

After a brief, awkward silence, someone tried to smooth things over and said that Ruth had a cold personality and wasn't sociable.

But only I knew the truth. Her distance and refusal to let anyone get close were all because she didn't want Jack Clement to feel uncomfortable.

After a few rounds of drinks, I was slightly tipsy. I left the banquet hall alone to get some air. I didn't expect to run into Ruth outside.

She stood by the garden, a trace of melancholy written on her face. That lonely, self-pitying look was enough to make anyone fall for her at first glance.

In my last life, I had been completely obsessed with her because of that look. I had lowered myself, humbling myself in every possible way, in hopes that she would glance at me one more time.

Unfortunately, my sincerity didn't win her love. Instead, it brought me nothing but her resentment. Ultimately, it even led to my death.

Given a second chance at life, I only wanted people around me to be genuine. As for Ruth, she could stay as far away from me as possible.

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I turned to leave. But then, Ruth's voice called out from behind me. "Micah Jones."

Before I could even respond,