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After Rebirth, I Became Billionaire's True Love

After Rebirth, I Became Billionaire's True Love

Author: Feoma

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Introduction

Through a business arrangement, I was able to marry Christopher the way I wanted to. I thought we would be happy forever, but after five years of marriage, he met the love of his life and broke up with me. He even backed me into a corner with no way out. On my deathbed, he refused to visit me one last time... *** When I opened my eyes again, I was unexpectedly reborn two months before Christopher met his true love. After the hysteria and hopelessness of my last life, I set my mind on fire and filed for divorce. I want to get out of the swamp and change the miserable ending of my last life before Christopher meets and falls in love with this woman. *** Christopher, however, kept tearing up the divorce papers, impatiently chortling, "Sharon, that's enough!" I had no choice but to file for divorce, and this time he finally panicked. He grabbed my hand and cried, "Give me another chance to make it right, will you?"
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Chapter 1

The streets of A City are filled with traffic.

I've been sitting in a restaurant called Afternoon Garden for two hours, and in the corner, facing the counter, a young girl in a sky-blue apron is busy making drinks.

She is white and thin and very smiley, with thick black hair tied back in a high ponytail and a pair of crescent moon eyes that smiled infectiously.

It's her, the girl who made my husband, Christopher, break with his family and pay a huge price to divorce me a year later.

Yes, I know what happens in a year. I'm reborn.

The first thing I would do after being reborn would be to find her current place of work and watch her like a voyeur.

I'm so curious to know what kind of girl it was that took away the man I loved for nine years.

In my last life, I had never even met her, just knew her name and had seen her picture. Christopher protected her like a rare treasure, I was defeated, but my opponent never showed her face.

Now I see she's young, beautiful, innocent, kind, cheerful ...... all these wonderful adjectives are very suitable for this girl. Her only weakness is that she doesn't have Ren Foster's family background and is too far away from Christopher's status.

"Ma'am, would you like a refill?" She came over to me and asked with a bright smile.

Her smile didn't look like a fake serviceable smile, she was truly attractive. It was the first time I'd seen her, and I almost knew why my husband had been so enamored of her in his last life. But her beauty was nothing but poison to me.

I held back all the emotions inside me, politely squeezed out a smile and whispered, "No, check out." I checked out and quickly left the inexpensive restaurant.

***

"Ma'am," Carr said, nodding respectfully as he saw me come out and opened the car door for me.

"Go home." I instructed him with a small smile.

Just as I got into the car, I closed my eyes as the events of my past life played out before my eyes like a movie.

Carr suddenly spoke up, "Madam, today is your wedding anniversary to Mr. Christopher."

I opened my eyes for a moment in a ghostly trance.

This was the fifth year I'd been married to Christopher, and every year on our anniversary I'd spent all day preparing a candlelight dinner and wedding gifts, even though I was a kitchen idiot before I married him.

"I know." I rubbed my temples, which were a little hard, "No need to remind me."

Probably Carr sensed that I wasn't quite the same as in previous years and reminded me.

But why is it always me who pays? Why do I have to love this man? In my last life I thought about this before I died, and for Christopher I ended up with a broken family and only a miserable end.

While I'm thinking, the car has parked in front of Christopher and me's house, which was the wedding gift given to us by both parents back then. It's over a thousand square feet, almost the most luxurious property in the city.

"Ma'am..." Carr's voice took on a bit of surprise and I looked over at him. Instantly frozen. christopher's car was also parked in front of the door. he was back?

I had mixed feelings, what kind of expression would be more appropriate for someone who died once and was reborn to see the culprit? I'm not ready for this.

I thought I would hate Christopher, who drove me, his wife of five years, to the brink of extinction for the sake of a woman.Not even a pass for my parents, who are completely innocent.

In my last life, all my family was wiped out because of him.

But when I really saw him again, I realized that I didn't hate him so much, it was more of a relief.

In my last life, Christopher had given me a chance by filing for a peaceful divorce with compensation in the form of a portion of his shares in Scott's company, which enough for me to splurge for the rest of my life. But I wouldn't have it, I had gone nine years without an ounce of affection from him, and it had only taken another woman a year to make him faint and an enemy to everyone.

So I tried every way to get him back, step by step to a break, a confrontation.

"Why are you standing there?" Christopher was sitting in the living room, his long, slender legs casually crossed, the cigarette at his fingertips burned out and deftly pushed into the ashtray, then lifted his eyes to look at me, his eyes as flat as ever.

On our wedding day, Christopher had told me in no uncertain terms that we were just partners, long-term roommates, and that he didn't have any feelings for me.

"Nothing, I just didn't realize you were home." I bent down to put on my slippers, Hermes elephant gray slippers, a simple design, a solid color that didn't seem to look good except that they were more comfortable to wear.

I thought of the girl in the restaurant who wore a blue apron with a little red flower smiley face pinned on it; no one else had one on their apron but her.

In contrast, all my clothes are expensive and monotonous, unchangingly simple and boring.

Suddenly disgusted with the slippers, I threw them aside and went barefoot into the living room.

Christopher's brow furrowed slightly when he saw me walking barefoot, a flash of surprise in his eyes, "No shoes?"

"Um, I don't want to wear them." I replied flatly as I sat down across from him.

"What's wrong with you?" Christopher surprisingly let out a laugh, asking me in such a rare light tone.

Inspired by your future true love, I thought to myself.

I looked down at my white feet, which looked a little dry from being so thin. Amy is different, she is thin but her skin is firm and elastic, unlike me who is all skin and bones.

Five years of lonely marriage had left me with a lot of physical problems and even less interest in eating, so I was getting thinner and thinner and more and more like a white skeleton.

"Christopher."

"Hmm?" Christopher looked down at his phone and didn't look up.

He was wearing a black shirt and suit pants of excellent texture, his slender physique and perfect head-to-body ratio gave him total handsomeness, and with his smooth face and exquisitely deep features, he was described as the dream of billions of young girls.

I took my eyes off my feet and stared across the room at the man, my voice a little hoarse, "Let's get a divorce.”

The words were barely out of my mouth when I heard Christopher snort.

He threw his phone on the couch, looked at me with a familiar cool look, and asked, "Sharon, what's your game again?"