Before I could figure out the reason why Mr. Jennings did that, Sean came looking for me.

During the years I was abroad, Sean became addicted to gambling. He dreamed of making it big, but ended up losing everything instead.

After I married Macy, he hit rock bottom and came to me to borrow money.

But because I refused to comply with their arrangements and had contracted the disease, the Jennings kept me under strict watch. I didn't even have a job—where would I get money to lend him?

In a fit of anger, Sean dragged me to the rooftop. He was jealous that I had gained Mr. Jennings' favor and that it had changed the course of my life. He was envious of me making a fortune and marrying a beautiful, wealthy woman.

He thought I had stolen his sponsorship opportunity and, as if he had been possessed, became fixated on killing me.

Unexpectedly, the moment he pushed me, he slipped and fell down with me.

Sean couldn't control his laughter as he ran away, shouting like a madman, "It's mine! It's all mine!"

He didn't know that the wealthy family he longed for was the nightmare I desperately wanted to escape from.

I should thank him.

Following Sean's departure, I eagerly ran to the library. I needed to find her.

Now that I had started over, everything was still possible. I could finally prevent her death and spend the rest of my life by her side.

I saw the girl in the white dress studying alone by the window. Her dress was old, but she had washed it clean. Sunlight spilled over her, and even her hair glowed with a golden light, making her look like an angel.

I had promised her that I would marry her when I returned. But not long after I went abroad, she lost her life in a car accident.

I didn't even get to see her one last time.

I didn't even get the chance to take care of her ailing mother for her.

We were both born to live a life of misfortune. Fortunately, I now had the chance to rewrite our ending and make up for our regrets.

I approached her and softly called out her name, something I had silently repeated in my heart countless times.

"Willow."

Willow Goodwin came from a single-parent family and relied only on her mother since childhood. Although they weren't wealthy, they were a warm and happy family.

Later on, her mother, Elise Cantrell, became seriously ill. Willow, who was still in school, had to work part-time during breaks to earn money for medical expenses.

After finishing her shift one night, she encountered a drunk Macy, and her life was cut short.

Amid the sunshine, she looked up at me with a warm smile on her face. It was a scene I had dreamed of countless times.

"Didn't the principal ask for you? Why are you back so soon?" she asked.

I sat down beside her and explained, "It was about the sponsorship. The spot went to Sean."

She held my hand and softly comforted me, "It's okay. Even without the sponsorship, you can still get scholarships. We just have to work hard."

I nodded and clasped her hand in return. The warmth from her palm made me feel at ease.

Still, I needed to find a way to make money quickly, for Elise's illness would flare up soon.

To prevent another accident, I also had to stay by Willow's side as much as possible.

After thinking it over, I suddenly recalled something. In my previous life, when I went abroad, the wave of content creation was just beginning to rise. Perhaps I could seize the opportunity and give it a shot.

I registered an account after I sent Willow home. I decided to record myself daily at my part-time job and while studying with Willow in my free time. Occasionally, I would also share some study tips. Willow's gorgeous looks also attracted many followers to my account.

Our simple yet hardworking life evoked sympathy and resonance among netizens. They hoped for a happy ending for us and also for the chance to turn their own lives around.

My account gradually gained some popularity.

But that was when Sean began constantly causing trouble for me. Although he had received the Jennings' sponsorship, it was still far from the wealthy life he fantasized about. He hadn't even met Macy yet.

In his mind, I should have been struggling just to get by. Instead, I had seized an opportunity to improve my life. Naturally, he couldn't accept it.

My scholarship was anonymously reported.

The school authorities came to me and said that, based on the report, they were going to question me in accordance with the procedures.

Willow wanted to accompany me to meet with the school board, but I declined. "Don't worry, I can handle it myself. Don't you have a part-time job? Go on ahead."

At my insistence, Willow went to work.

In the school office, I looked at the contents of the report. It stated that I spent all my time earning money and making videos, raising questions about whether I had time to study and whether my grades were genuine.

It also argued that since I already had considerable income, I should give the scholarship to students in greater need.

I responded calmly, "First, this is a scholarship, not a stipend. My grades meet the standard, so the scholarship should be mine."

I took out my phone and pulled up my social media account. The extensive footage I had accumulated during my daily studies now proved useful, and I presented it to the school board for review.

"My studies have not fallen behind a single day. If there are doubts about my grades, I accept being retested with a different exam paper."

The school board accepted my proposal. Under their supervision, I effortlessly began answering the questions on the new exam paper.

In the end, the school stated that my grades were genuine and that my scholarship wouldn't be revoked.

By the time I came out, it was already late. I called Willow, wanting to pick her up from work.

However, she didn't answer her phone even after a dozen calls.

Numerous terrible thoughts churned in my mind. I had lost Willow once before, and I certainly couldn't allow her to be in any danger again in this life.

I quickly calmed myself and hurried to where Willow was working part-time for the day. She was substituting as a waitress at a bar tonight.

As I passed by the entrance, I saw Macy's figure. She emerged from a fiery red supercar and tossed the keys to the doorman before sashaying inside.

A voice inside my head told me not to let Macy see Willow.