I Swapped My Husband on My Wedding Day

I was reborn.

My cousin and I exchanged a glance.

We silently chose to swap our marriages.

Memories of my past life flooded back.

That year, we married on the same day.

My gentle, kind cousin married the stern naval officer Ethan Sullivan.

That man forgot their wedding anniversary to celebrate his childhood friend's birthday.

My cousin sought an explanation.

He remained cold and distant.

Their cold war lasted half a century.

I, with my fiery temper, married the petty accountant from the machinery plant.

He complained about my loud voice.

He resented my lack of style.

We argued fiercely.

Our fights drove him away from home.

Our marriage ended in less than a year.

Now, reborn on our wedding day...

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"Stop right there, you ungrateful girl!"

"You're throwing away a perfectly good city job to go to that godforsaken island. I've raised you for nothing..."

The train slowly started moving as my mother chased after it, shouting curses that scattered in the wind.

Watching her stumbling figure, my heart ached with sorrow.

But remembering the fates my cousin and I had suffered in our previous lives, I clenched my fists.

What did it matter if Hainan Island was desolate? What did it matter if Ethan Sullivan was difficult to get along with?

If things didn't work out, we could simply part ways.

I, Emma Roscente, could stand tall and live perfectly well without a man.

But my cousin couldn't.

In our previous life, after she married Ethan Sullivan, misunderstandings had ruined their entire lives. Such a gentle soul, she had eventually died of melancholy.

After being reborn, seeing my cousin's worried expression, I immediately packed my bags.

"Sis, I'll marry Ethan Sullivan instead. Oliver Lowell has a gentle temperament, he's better suited for you."

My cousin first looked delighted, then bit her lip and shook her head. "Emma, Ethan Sullivan has a cold temper and a childhood friend. I can't let you suffer for me."

"Since it's an arranged marriage, it doesn't matter which of us goes. Grandpa never specified which granddaughter should marry him."

I rolled up my sleeves, revealing toned muscles. "Besides, if he's difficult to get along with, does that mean I'm easy to push around?"

"If things work out on Hainan Island, fine. If not, we'll fight. I'll settle scores and grievances as they come!"

I demonstrated a set of martial arts moves, moving with powerful precision.

My cousin laughed through her tears, gently tapping my forehead. "You..."

Unlike my cousin's gentle nature, I had practiced martial arts since childhood and had little patience for scholarly pretensions.

In my previous life, I married Oliver Lowell. He found me crude, I found him pedantic, and we parted ways within a year.

This time, with my cousin marrying him instead, at least she'd be close to home with someone to look after her.

That was better than her previous life on Hainan Island, alone and helpless, until her premature death.