The Right Person

After being reborn, I insisted on changing my arranged marriage partner from Connor Gregory to his younger uncle.

My mother was shocked. She kept insisting that Connor’s younger uncle’s standards were far too high for him to ever take an interest in me.

Besides, Connor and I had grown up together. I had always declared I would marry no one but him—so how could I suddenly choose someone else instead?

What my mother didn’t know was that I had already died once.

In my previous life, Connor did marry me, but we were only husband and wife in name.

Three years into our marriage, I found out he had long since legally married my foster sister behind my back.

When I confronted him, his response was: “You’re only fit to be a prop in this alliance. Rachel is my real wife.”

So, in this life, I will never make the same mistake again.

At the engagement party, I spotted Connor right away.

Just like in my past life, he carried himself with grace. Yet when his eyes landed on me, all I saw in them was disdain.

“I heard you went to a fortune teller for a glimpse of your future. The party hasn’t even started, and you’re already this anxious?”

I let out a quiet sigh. “You don’t need to be so defensive. My fiancé isn’t you. From now on, we won’t have much to do with each other.”

Connor’s brows knitted in displeasure.

“Don’t talk nonsense. Do you think I’ll be satisfied just because you say so? Everyone knows you’ve been clinging to me since we were kids, begging me to marry you.”

He leaned in close, his voice low and velvety, though his words cut deep.

“I’ll go through with this marriage for the sake of our families’ alliance, but Rachel will always be my real wife.”

The way he openly mentioned Rachel Starks caught me off guard.

In my past life, Connor had worn a mask, pretending to be the perfect husband. If I hadn’t stumbled across the marriage certificate with Rachel’s name on it, I might have been deceived forever.

Yet now, before the engagement was even finalized, he flaunted their relationship as if it were nothing. He acted as though my acceptance was already guaranteed.

Could it be… he had been reborn as well?

Before I could question him, Rachel appeared with a glass of champagne in hand.

“Helen, congratulations in advance on finally becoming Connor’s wife.”

Though her words were directed at me, her eyes clung to Connor. She even let out a delicate cough, timed perfectly for effect.

“I wasn’t feeling well, so I stepped out to rest for a bit. Sorry, Helen—I might miss the announcement of your happy news.”

Watching her performance, memories of my past life resurfaced.

Back then, after I uncovered their affair, Rachel pretended I had pushed her down. With tears streaking her face, she played the victim.

Connor, blinded by rage, shoved me down the stairs.