Reborn: I Choose My Wife's Sister

At my coming-of-age ceremony banquet, my father's sworn brother pushed a stack of photographs toward me.

The images captured the elegant figures of the Lawrence sisters.

"Choose one, Ethan."

My gaze swept over those familiar faces.

Without hesitation, my finger pressed against the photo of the eldest daughter, Isabella Evans.

"I want her."

The room erupted in gasps.

Father stared at me in shock. "Are you certain?"

Everyone knew I'd pursued Olivia Lawrence, the second daughter, for ten long years.

This unrequited love had become society's favorite joke.

But they didn't know I'd already died once.

In my past life, it took me a decade to win Olivia's affection.

She used our marriage to secure her position as the Lawrence heir.

Three years into our marriage, she became pregnant with my younger brother Noah's child.

Both families were furious. They forced her to terminate the pregnancy and exiled Noah abroad.

From that moment, Olivia hated me with a burning passion.

Night after night, she brought home young men who resembled Noah.

The constant torment broke my spirit. I fell gravely ill and died with bitterness in my heart.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd returned to this very night - the evening of choosing my fiancée.

This time, I decided to let their love story unfold.

But I never expected Olivia might also remember our past life.

The Lawrence sisters had been waiting in the corridor for some time.

They instinctively pushed Olivia forward when they saw me.

The third daughter, Sophia Lawrence, covered her mouth with a titter. "Ethan Anderson, after chasing Olivia for so many years, you're finally getting your wish, aren't you?"

The fourth daughter, Emily Lawrence, curled her lip. "For the Anderson heir, you certainly act like a lovesick puppy."

Olivia crossed her arms and looked down her nose at me.

"Do you really think I'd marry you?"

"Even with our families' arrangement, don't take it too seriously. Unless the Andersons make an offer I can't refuse, this marriage won't happen."

Her voice was ice, her eyes filled with contempt.

That calculating expression matched my memories perfectly.

She'd never valued my devotion.

I met her gaze calmly. "Olivia, surely the Lawrence family has more than one marriageable daughter?"

Her face paled.

Behind her, the sisters exchanged meaningful glances.

The Anderson-Lawrence alliance dated back to the nation's founding.

Our grandfathers, comrades in war, arranged marriages between their descendants.

When our parents' generation missed the chance, the promise extended to us.

The Lawrences had even declared: whichever daughter married into the Anderson family would become their heir.

Olivia suddenly laughed.

"Ethan Anderson, do you think such cheap tactics can provoke me?"

The sisters visibly relaxed.

"Olivia, when you take over the company, remember to look after us."

Olivia basked in their flattery.

After a long moment, she deigned to glance at me.

"You've followed me around for ten years. Who else would have you?"

"But let's be clear."

She waited until her sisters left before raising her voice.

"I'll marry you, but my heart belongs to Noah. As long as you don't interfere, I'll give you the appearance of a proper marriage."

I stared at her in shock.