The Love Has Expired

On my fiftieth birthday, my grandson pouted when he saw the present I had given him and complained, “Grandma Cecil at the Emerald Manor has a cooler present for me. It was a Transformer toy that flies.”

I was confused by this remark.

Emerald Manor was one of the wedding gifts offered when I got married. My husband was not fond of this place because it was too far away from the city, so I have rarely been here as well, and it has been vacant ever since.

As we stood outside the manor, I could hear the cheery voices coming from inside the house. My husband and my adopted son were inside celebrating the birthday of the owner of the manor.

The Grandma Cecil my grandson referred to was the childhood sweetheart of my husband, Cecil Houston, who was married off far away a long time ago. She remained as beautiful as she once was and was snuggled in my husband’s arms, surrounded by my children.

I have dedicated myself to the Blightwells for two decades. This entire time, Cade has taken my commitment as nothing but a joke.

When I was reincarnated, I found myself on the wedding day. I listened to the clamoring noises and lifted the veil to see the commotion. It was time to start over.

On my fiftieth birthday, my grandson pouted when he saw the present I had given him and complained, “Grandma Cecil at the Emerald Manor has a cooler present for me. It was a Transformer toy that flies.”

I was confused by this remark.

Emerald Manor was one of the wedding gifts offered when I got married. My husband was not fond of this place because it was too far away from the city, so I have rarely been here as well, and it has been vacant ever since.

As I stood outside the manor, I could hear the cheery voices coming from inside the house.

“Mom, since your birthday is coming soon, I went ahead and had this pearl necklace specially made for you, do you like it?”

It was Liam's voice, the child I had raised for two decades. His voice had a deep affection that I had never heard before.

My husband’s voice came after that. “Your mother is very fond of pearls. You have picked the perfect gift for her. Cecil, I got this bracelet for you too. The gems fitted on it were harvested from South Africa. Take a good look at it and see how gorgeous it is.”

Finally, I heard my grandson’s voice. “Grandma, I wish you a long and prosperous life!”

A sweet, doting voice cooed, “Thank you. All of you are the best.”

The moment I heard the voice, I felt my head spinning. It was the voice of Cade’s childhood sweetheart, Cecil Houston. There was no way I could forget that familiar voice even if I tried.

On my wedding night with Cade, his childhood sweetheart had barged into the