During the three years of marriage with Quinton Hurst, he never touched me, claiming he was allergic to women.

On the third anniversary, he accidentally took aphrodisiac drugs. I volunteered to be the antidote but was rejected.

Until late at night, I ran into him breaking into the widow's room. His emotional look, which I had never seen before, deeply hurt my eyes.

“Olivia, I want... you, why did you not want me in the first place? Now that my eldest brother is dead, can I take care of you?”

Only then did I realize that Quinton’s desire to inherit both branches of the family had reached the point where he could no longer hide it.

I was so angry that I was shaking all over when I stood outside the door. I made a big deal out of this matter like a madman and the widowed sister-in-law committed suicide that night.

Since then, Quinton hated me so much that he schemed to bankrupt my family and forced my parents to death. He even sent me to a club and humiliated me until I died.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the beginning of the nightmare.

This time, I stopped the drugged drink.

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“Mr. Hurst, the wine you ordered is here.”

“Quinton, why do you still love this glass of Sunset Morning so much? Is this wine so delicious?”

Sunset Morning.

The noise in my ears was as piercing as electronic music. Someone opened the window and a gust of cold wind blew in.

My mind suddenly cleared up and I realized that I was back to the third anniversary day.

That night, Quinton drank the drugged wine.

It was because of this glass of wine that my family was broken up and I could not close my eyes until I died.

Quinton and I had been betrothed to each other since birth. From the moment I was born, I was taught that I would marry into the Hurst Family.

I had no choice except to like Quinton.

After marriage, Quinton and I treated each other with respect, but there was no life as husband and wife at all. Even intimate actions would be rejected by Quinton.

My friends all advised me to take the initiative, saying that since I was married, I should bind the man’s heart and body.

So, I tried different ways to please him and seduce him.

Looking back then, I seemed like a cheap prostitute.

There was even one time when I tricked him into coming in by saying I fell down in the bathroom, but when faced with my naked body, he did not even bother to look at me and just grabbed the bathrobe beside him and put it on me.

He said coldly, “Don't do this again. You look so cheap.”

The word ‘cheap’ was like a hot brand that always made me unable to raise my head.

It was after that time that he took a medical report and revealed that he was allergic to women.

I thought it was true, so I tossed and turned every night worrying about his illness.

I personally visited various famous doctors at home and abroad.

He would just tell me coldly not to bother.

It was not until that accidental aphrodisiac injection that he revealed that emotional look.

Then I realized that he was not allergic to women, he just did not love me.

The one he loved was Olivia Houston, the sister-in-law of his deceased eldest brother.

In a dark corner, Quinton was being complimented by a group of people. I followed his gaze and saw Olivia standing on the other side tasting wine alone.

Watching the waiter walking towards Quinton with the wine in his hand, I quickly walked forward and knocked over the glass of wine.

The wine glass broke and the wine spilled everywhere.

There were wine stains on Quinton's clothes and pants.

He looked at me with displeasure in his eyes as he sneered, “Leah, what are you doing?!"

I looked at the mess on the ground and my heart sank.

It was Quinton’s favorite wine. It was made with whiskey as the base, dry white champagne and orange. In his words, it was mellow and had an endless aftertaste.

I did not know why he loved this ordinary wine.

Later I found out that it was not the wine he loved, but the person who mixed it was Olivia.

“This glass of wine cannot be drunk.”

Countless words of explanation came to my head, but I just said this.

Quinton’s friends looked at each other, their eyes moving back and forth between me and Olivia.

I realized that everyone knew if Quinton liked Olivia.

Only I, his wife, knew nothing.

Endless sighs swayed back and forth in my heart, causing pain in my heart.

“I was not planning on drinking this.”

As soon as Quinton said this, everyone fell silent.

There was a clang behind me and the wine glass in Olivia's hand shattered to the ground.

I realized that Quinton's eyes had changed when he looked at me.

It was no longer the kind of disregard as before, but hatred.

Before that incident, Quinton and I had always been in a peaceful relationship. He should not look at me like that.

“Leah, don't think I don't know you put drugs in this glass of wine.”

Quinton leaned close to my ear and said this through gritted teeth.

I realized that I was not the only one who was reborn, but Quinton also.

I subconsciously turned my head to look at her and when our eyes met, I could clearly see his resentment towards me.

In his previous life, he always believed that I had drugged his wine and deliberately designed to expose the affair between him and Olivia. He hated me even more for making this matter known to everyone.

In the club's private room, he watched me being tortured and humiliated to death.

Even though I begged him on my knees, cried and shouted that it was not me who drugged me, he did not stop.

“Leah, you have tarnished Olivia's reputation and I will make you die with a stigma on your body. It would be best if you die in the underworld, where you are despised and ridden by thousands of people.”

Eyes like icy swords and every glance was like a torture.

After the two pairs of eyes overlapped infinitely, I came to my senses and was shaking with fear.

At this time, Olivia's voice sounded behind him, “Leah, I mixed this glass of wine for Quinton. It has no special meaning, just to thank him for helping my brother to go to school.”

Olivia came over with an apologetic look on her face, took my hand and explained affectionately.

But every look that fell on Quinton was so tender and affectionate.

In my previous life, when I married into the Hurst Family, the eldest brother of the Hurst Family had already passed away.

Quinton asked me many times to take good care of Olivia and I followed his instructions and treated her with all my heart.

I took her out for food, drinks and entertainment, introduced her to people and helped her expand her career. I always gave her a portion of anything I buy.

I even told her that Quinton refused to touch me.

Back then, she consoled me, guided me and offered words of wisdom like a steady light in my darkest hours.

Most of the means of seduction came from her, which made Quinton think that I was cheap from the bottom of his heart.

Finally I realized how stupid I was in my previous life. I did not even notice such obvious emotions surge.

“It's okay. I do not mind.”

I pretended nothing had happened and turned around to leave the venue.

Behind me, I heard the teasing from Quinton's friends, all of whom said that I had been jealous and unpresentable since I was a child.

In the past, I would have rushed in and argued with them.

But if I had my life to live again, I would never choose to do this again.

This time, I just wanted to leave.

At the banquet, Quinton took Olivia to meet many people, as if they were a couple.

I pretended nothing happened and waited for the party to end in boredom.

It was not until I walked past the room at the corner of the first floor again that I heard a faint panting sound from behind the half-open door.

Through the crack in the door, I saw Quinton's affectionate peach blossom eyes again.

In this life, they progressed faster than in the previous life.

Olivia's clothes were already half-undressed and scattered all over the small room.

“Olivia… I don't want to lose you anymore, can we be together?”

There was a slight whimper in Olivia's rapid breathing.

Quinton suddenly raised his eyes and met my eyes through the crack in the door.

There was a warning in his vicious eyes, like a tiger that seemed ready to bite me at any time.

I did not rush in crying and making a fuss like I did in my previous life, alarming all the elders.

He just closed the door expressionlessly, then pulled the waiter aside to order, “This room is a private room. So, don’t let anyone come unless necessary.”

I could not help but recall the tragic end of myself and my family and the closed door seemed to bring us a glimmer of hope.

After surviving the disaster, I ran to the small garden to get some fresh air. Turning around and looking at the scene of people toasting each other, my heart grew colder.

Although this was the third anniversary of Quinton and I, it made no difference whether I was there or not. Everyone ignored me with Quinton's tacit consent.

In my previous life, I was so focused on how to seduce Quinton that I did not even feel anything.

Consciousness gradually became clearer and all the details of the previous life formed a closed loop at this moment.

I laughed bitterly, but heard a mocking voice behind me, “Your husband has been taken away by someone else and you are still smiling here?”

I turned my head and saw that stunning face in the night. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth and he was looking at me with his arms folded across his chest.

He was my mortal enemy since childhood, Patrick Barrett.

I did not know if it was because the night was too dark and I was a little drunk, or if the alcohol I just drank had messed up my brain.

I moved forward and grabbed Patrick by the collar, then whispered in his ear, “Patrick, I'm going to divorce him and marry you. How about it?”

The strong and powerful heartbeat fell into my ears.

I even forgot how I got back to my room, I just knew that I had a headache when I woke up.

Looking at the divorce agreement sent by Patrick on my phone, I suddenly realized that I had done something ridiculous yesterday.

[Do what you say.]

These four short words reminded me of everything about Patrick.

The Barrett family was the most prosperous family in Burj City. If I left the Hurst Family, then Patrick was my only choice.

As I got ready and went downstairs, Quinton and Olivia were already sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.

Quinton glanced at me coldly and said sarcastically, “On the third anniversary, when we were seeing off the guests, we could not even find a single person?

“Leah, if you don't want to be the daughter-in-law of the Hurst Family anymore, tell me as soon as possible. There are many people who want to be my wife.”

Quinton's voice was neither loud nor soft, but the sarcasm between his words was too obvious.

In my previous life, I loved Quinton, but the brainwashing education I received since childhood made it impossible for me to like anyone other than Quinton.

But things were different once I was reborn. Such a painful death had completely made me give up on the man I have loved for more than 20 years.

“Then I don’t want it anymore. Just give it to someone who’s desperate to become the Hurst Family’s daughter-in-law.”

I glanced at Olivia lightly.

Olivia wore a low-necked sweater that day and the empty neckline revealed red marks that could not be covered up even with concealer.

Anyone with a brain knew that she did it on purpose.

“I will sign the divorce agreement for you.”

Quinton paused holding the spoon, looked up at me and his deep eyes full of disbelief.

After all, I had trailed after him since childhood, so that everyone knew I loved him to the bone and would never marry another.