Switching Vows

It was not until my death that I realized my husband would not touch me because he was deeply in love with my best friend.

The two spent their entire lives longing for each other, but never crossing the line, staying loyal from afar.

Even my best friend's professor husband lived his life like a celibate monk.

After being reborn, I seized the moment and held the professor's hand. "I like you. Let's be together."

His eyes darkened as he replied, "Perfect. I feel the same."

We instantly connected. However, this time, it was my husband and best friend who were not happy about it.

As I was weakened to my very last breath by lung cancer, I finally closed my eyes.

However, my soul did not disappear. It simply left my body.

I watched as my husband, who was not yet past his 40s, and my childhood best friend tightly embraced each other in the hospital room. They looked like a pair of inseparable lovebirds, pouring out their hearts to one another.

"Hen, don't be too sad now that Ren's gone," Sadie murmured.

"Sadie, I'm just glad I still have you with me," Henry replied.

"Mm, I'll take Ren's place and stay by your side forever from now on. I'll even give you a child so we can be together," she promised.

If I were not a ghost at that moment, I would have applauded this shameless pair.

I thought back to when Sadie Shaw's husband passed away from stomach cancer. She had not seemed all that sad.

Instead, it was my husband, Henry Wagner, who had teary eyes as he tirelessly arranged everything for her. He even told me to take extra care of her since she would be all alone now.

At the time, I comforted her, and she said, "Honestly, I never really did love Quinn. You don't know how much I envy you for having Henry by your side."

I was too foolish back then to catch the hidden meaning behind her words. I hugged her and said, "We're all family. If it makes you happy, you can treat him like your husband too."

When I said those words, I did not notice Henry's hand knocking over a plate in his agitation, nor did I see the affectionate gaze Sadie cast in his direction.

Looking back now, I realized how inappropriate my words had been.

After 20 years of marriage, I never once realized they had been secretly involved all along.

The bitterness and resentment I felt swelled into a powerful force that dragged my soul into an abyss.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself 20 years in the past, sitting in a cafe. My best friends and I were at a matchmaking event.

Across the table sat a much younger Quinn Green. He still wore his signature gold-rimmed glasses, and his face was delicate and handsome, like a character straight out of a comic book.

In my previous life, Sadie had