The Ring She Tossed Away

"Amara…I regret it. Spending this life with you was the biggest mistake of my life. If I were given another life…I would choose to be with Planette."

I had believed that through sixty years of wind and rain, they had become the inseparable flesh and blood of each other’s lives, waiting only to renew their vows in the next life.

But his words were like a venomous dagger.

My lifelong pride, the man I had poured my entire soul into loving, had trampled my sixty years of devotion into the mud and shattered it completely, using the most vicious method at the very end of his life.

"Puff." A mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed across the pristine white bed sheet.

I didn't even have time to let out a complete cry of agony. My pupils instantly dilated and lost focus as I fell rigidly backward.

In the end, I couldn't survive the night.

When I woke up again, I was reborn back to the age of twenty-eight, the very day after we got married.

By the bedside, my grandchildren presented a platinum ring encrusted with diamond. Lucius gripped it so fiercely that his knuckles turned ashen. Turning his head toward me, tears carving tracks through the lines on his face, he whispered.

"Amara, I kept my promise to you my entire life. I never betrayed you. But if there is a next life… I will never let Planette leave my side."

I stared at him blankly, my mind a blank canvas of confusion. Planette…Who was that?

Before I could gather my shattered thoughts, my grandchildren laid the truth bare. When Lucius was twenty-six, he had rescued a dancer named Planette Moore from harassment at a bar, hiding her away in a secluded villa and visiting her in secret. But at thirty, she died in a car crash. Back then, Lucius had reacted with a terrifying serenity. No one had suspected anything. Everyone believed he had returned to the family for good. That was the foundation upon which our love story was built.

Hearing of his hidden devotion, a deafening roar echoed in my skull, as if I had been struck by lightning. A trembling hand rose to point at him, my lips quivering, yet no sound escaped my throat. My lifelong affection and hard-won pride were instantly pulverized into a million jagged pieces. I stared fixedly at Lucius, my chest heaving violently as the metallic tang of blood flooded my throat. With a sudden, wet spurt, I collapsed backward like a marionette with its strings severed, dying on the spot from sheer, unadulterated rage.

When I opened my eyes again, I had been thrust back to the second day after Lucius and I were married. My body ached with a profound heaviness, as though I had been run over by a truck.

Without any hesitation, I hailed a cab and headed straight for that suburb villa.

The estate was enveloped by towering plane trees. In my previous life, Lucius had