My Ex-Husband Was Reborn to Kill Me

After my rebirth, I immediately erased every trace of Liam Carter from my life.

He chose the University of Michigan in California.

I selected Stanford University in Texas.

My purpose was clear - to put distance between us, to ensure our paths would never cross again.

When Liam returned during holidays and invited me for pasta, I boarded a flight to London instead.

I blocked his number and left his emails unanswered.

When he joined my company, I submitted my resignation that same day.

I couldn't bear even the sight of his shadow.

In my previous existence, I had wasted twenty years obsessing over Liam Carter, only to be disappointed for those same twenty years.

By my thirties, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

During my final moments, Liam was busy preparing for his wedding to Sophia Mitchell.

And Charlotte Carter, the daughter we had raised together, was happily adjusting his tie.

I died alone in that sterile hospital room, my last breath echoing in the silence.

I refused to repeat that pathetic cycle.

The heart monitor's shrill alarm pierced the air as I stared at the ceiling.

I had fought to survive for thirty-five years, never imagining my life would end in this small, disinfected space.

"Blood pressure dropping rapidly! Prepare epinephrine now!"

The medical team's voices faded into the distance.

No family surrounded me. No friends witnessed my final journey.

Liam was undoubtedly at the wedding venue, sliding that diamond ring onto Sophia's finger - the ring he never purchased for me.

And Charlotte, whom we had raised for a decade, was probably beaming while holding their rings.

The irony cut deep. Those I had loved with my entire being were celebrating my demise during my final moments.

As consciousness slipped away, I whispered one last wish: "If there's another life, I never want to encounter Liam Carter again."

"Isabella, wake up! You'll be late." Amelia Scott's voice pulled me back to reality.

My eyes opened to my eighteen-year-old bedroom.

Soft blue curtains framed the window, overlooking a desk piled with textbooks.

Stanford University brochures decorated the walls.

Today marked two months before college applications were due.

I had been reborn!

I approached the mirror.

The reflection showed no signs of time's passage - no wrinkles from constant worry, no gauntness from medical treatments.

Lustrous hair framed bright eyes, while healthy skin glowed with youth.

Tears traced paths down my cheeks.

"Bad dream?" Amelia asked with concern.

She offered a tissue, her expression gentle.

"I'm alright, Mom," I responded quickly.

I dried my tears and smiled for the first time since returning.

"Just had a moment of clarity," I explained.

In my previous life, this was when I had collapsed emotionally over academic struggles.

Back then, Liam had been my crush who comforted me, sparking that twenty-year obsession.

This time, I ranked in the top ten of my class.

"Isabella, you're incredible!" Harper Taylor exclaimed excitedly.

She squeezed my shoulder enthusiastically.

"The math exam was so difficult, yet you aced it!"

I smiled, resisting the urge to share my success with Liam like before.