After My Rebirth, I Let My Husband Regret Everything

The market buzzed with activity.

I set up my stall alone.

The newly opened cinema was packed with people.

I bought a ticket.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of food.

I cooked only for myself.

Forty years of marriage in my past life.

Ended with him pulling out my oxygen tube with his own hands.

"If I could choose again, I would never marry you!"

Those words were filled with hatred.

They pushed me into the abyss of despair.

When I opened my eyes again.

My mother was looking seriously at me and my sister.

"The marriage contract is here. Which of you will marry into the Winston family?"

Before I could speak.

My sister stepped forward.

Her glance at me was full of disdain.

"Mom, let me marry him."

The air froze.

My mother was stunned.

I was also rooted to the spot.

The elder should marry first.

It should have been me, the older sister, who married.

But my sister volunteered.

My mother's gaze fell on me.

"Emily, aren't you dating Ethan Winston?"

"I heard he accompanies you every market day?"

I was about to answer.

My sister sneered and interrupted.

"Ethan only helps my sister because of me."

"He loves me!"

My mind buzzed.

The fragmented doubts from my past life suddenly connected.

That line in Ethan's diary:

["Never marry someone you don't love"]

So his heart belonged to Sophia.

All those years he accompanied me back to my parents' home.

It was actually to see my sister.

The matching clothes he brought back from business trips.

He said he was too lazy to choose.

But in reality, he was using me as a substitute.

Forty years.

His heart was never mine.

My mother looked shocked.

Her eyes questioned me.

I closed my eyes.

Suppressing the surging emotions.

My sister was so certain.

She must have also been reborn.

The door suddenly burst open.

Ethan rushed in.

He knelt directly in front of my sister.

"Auntie, I've come to propose."

"I want to marry Sophia!"

"I fell in love with her at first sight."

Their gazes intertwined.

Tender and passionate.

I stood in the corner.

My nails dug into my palms.

Drawing blood.