On the day I came of age, my grandfather, Wilson Saddler, laid out photos of the most eligible bachelors from elite families in the capital, asking me to choose one for an arranged marriage.

Without hesitation, I chose the eldest son of the Sullivan family, Ethan Sullivan.

Everyone present was stunned.

After all, everyone in our circle knew that I, Sabrina Saddler, eldest daughter of the powerful Saddler family, had always liked Aaron Johansen, the young heir of the Johansen family.

Ever since I was little, I’d followed Aaron around, declaring I would marry him when I grew up.

In my previous life, I did marry Aaron as I wished.

But after the wedding, he told me he had always loved my younger sister, Rachel Saddler, and would remain a virgin for her.

He made me sleep alone for three months.

When my father found out, he married Rachel off to the son of a business partner.

Aaron thought I was the one who meddled and forced Rachel to leave. From then on, he stayed out every night, indulging in nightlife, sometimes even flaunting women in front of me.

In the end, I was pushed into traffic by Rachel and Aaron, and I died at an intersection.

Given a second chance at life, I decided to stay far away from him. I gave him and Rachel my blessing.

I never expected that at my engagement party with Ethan, he would completely lose control and try to crash the wedding.

I stepped away from the banquet, wanting some air on the second floor.

What I didn’t expect was to run into Aaron Johansen.

He looked like he’d just come from another party. He was still surrounded by a few spoiled brats.

When they saw me, they burst into laughter.

“Sabrina, you really can’t let Aaron go, can you? He’s just a little late and you’re already chasing him up to the second floor?”

“If Wilson knew his granddaughter was simping for a guy like this, he’d probably be furious.”

Aaron seemed annoyed and impatient.

“Sabrina, I was just a little late. Is this really necessary? I'm warning you, don’t go crazy on me.

“You’ve been following me around since we were kids. Did you ever once ask if I wanted that?

"As for this arranged marriage, I really should get my grandfather to have a serious word with yours.”

That look of contempt in his eyes was all too familiar to me. I resisted crying and answered calmly, “They just finished cutting the cake. I came up here for some air. I wasn't expecting to see you here. So this really has nothing to do with you.”

As soon as I said that, the group of spoiled brats around him gasped. "What? The cake has already been cut?"

I knew exactly why they were surprised.

Wilson had announced it before. Whoever I had chosen as my partner during my coming-of-age ceremony would receive 10 percent of the Saddler family's company shares.

What I just said basically implied a partner had already been chosen, and the ceremony was almost over.

The guys immediately turned to Aaron and piled on their flattery.

“Well then, congratulations in advance, Mr. Johansen. The Johansen family better not forget their friends now.”

Aaron looked smug, but when his gaze landed on me again, they were full of mockery.

“Sabrina, you’ve been chasing after me since we were kids. Now you’re finally able to marry me. Bet you’re over the moon, aren't you?”

He stepped closer and whispered in my ear, “I won’t be the same as I was in our last life.

“There’s one condition before I’ll agree to marry you.

“Don’t expect anything from me beyond marriage. My heart belongs to Rachel.”

My heart pounded. I glanced at him in surprise.

He had been reborn too.

Just as I was about to respond, a timid voice called out behind me.

“Sabrina.”

It was Rachel, the illegitimate daughter my father had just brought back into the family. She stood there looking frail, like a delicate flower in the wind.

Her complexion was pale, and the moment Aaron saw her, he rushed over with concern and took her hand.

“Rachel, what are you doing here?”

She held on to his hand and leaned softly into his arms. Her tone was gentle and sweet.

“It’s Sabrina's coming-of-age party. Of course I had to come. But I caught a little cold. I hope she won’t be upset.”

At her words, Aaron shot me a furious glare.

“Sabrina, how can you be so cruel? It’s just a stupid coming-of-age party. Does everyone really need to show up?”

Then, without waiting for a response, he scooped Rachel up in his arms and headed for the elevator.

“Come on, Rachel. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.”

Even as the elevator doors were closing, he didn’t forget to give me a warning.

“Sabrina, you’d better reflect on your behavior. If you keep acting so domineering and unruly, I’ll have no choice but to speak to Wilson about replacing who you'll get engaged to.”

Just as he finished, the elevator doors closed.

The coming-of-age banquet drew to an end, and most of the guests had already left by the time Aaron finally descended the stairs with Rachel in tow.

The older folks were gone, leaving only a few close younger friends joking around and wondering if they should take me out for a separate celebration.

Rachel’s hair was slightly disheveled. Her eyes were dewy, and her cheeks flushed red.

Aaron was all smiles, and there was a clear lipstick mark on his shirt.

The room fell silent.

Everyone instantly understood what had happened.

A few of them looked at me with concern.

If this had happened in the past, I would’ve already caused a scene.

But this time, I simply picked up a slice of cake and ate it with perfect composure.

Aaron kept Rachel behind him, ready to watch me break down and mock me for it.

But what he didn’t expect was how indifferent I looked. It was like none of it had anything to do with me.

I set down the plate and went over to chat with friends about where to head next.

Aaron frowned. He was visibly annoyed.

But then, as if something occurred to him, he sneered.

“Sabrina, you’re just pretending not to care, aren’t you? Scared I’ll tell Old Mr. Saddler to cancel our engagement? Acting all cool to win me back?

“Well, fine. If you want to be the Johansen family’s future daughter-in-law, you better learn how to be accepting.”

With that, he retrieved a bracelet from his pocket and was about to hand it to me when Rachel suddenly snatched it up.

“Aaron, this bracelet is so pretty!”

Aaron looked into her sparkling eyes and immediately said, “If you like it, it’s yours.”

As if embarrassed, Rachel glanced at me meekly, but her smug smile was impossible to hide.

“I really shouldn’t. You were going to give this to Sabrina. What will she think if I take it?”

Aaron gave me a look of contempt.

“What’s the problem?”

He casually plucked a rose from a nearby vase and tossed it at me. “Here, you can have this.

“She’ll love whatever I give her anyway.”

The rose hit the ground, scattering petals all over my dress.

My friends bristled with anger and were about to step forward to confront him.

I stopped them and stared at the fallen rose. This felt pointless.

In the past, I would beg for gifts from him on every birthday.

Even a dollar store hair tie from him would make me beam for days. I’d wear it every single day.

Everyone in our circle used to laugh at me. They said I'd treat anything from Aaron like a treasure no matter how cheap or trashy it was.

I exhaled slowly, keeping my cool. I brushed the rose petals off my dress and said to my friends, “I'll change out of this gown. Wait for me.”

They nodded, saying they'd get changed too.

Seeing me unfazed only irritated Aaron more. His smile faded.

He pulled Rachel along to block my path, acting all lovey-dovey right in front of me.

He flirted with her while secretly watching my reaction.

I found it pathetic and tried to walk around them.

Just as he was about to grope Rachel, he suddenly grabbed my arm.

“What’s wrong? Jealous now?

“Sabrina, I told you, aside from love, I’ll give you everything else.

“You better get used to this, because I’m not going to be home every day.

“If you’re too possessive, you’re not fit to be my wife.”

I yanked my hand back and snapped coldly, “Men and women shouldn’t touch each other so casually.”

He was startled for a moment. He then suddenly laughed.

“Oh, is this some kind of seduction game now? You used to beg me to hold your hand. We’re about to get engaged. We'll get married in a couple years. And now you don’t want me to touch you?”

I nearly laughed at how ridiculous he sounded.

If the Sullivan family hadn’t told me Ethan was still studying overseas, and that it’d be unfair to announce things before he returned, I’d have already humiliated Aaron with the truth.

But for now, I only smiled and asked him a question.

“Aaron, what makes you so sure that I'll get engaged to you?”

Aaron froze for a second. He then suddenly burst into laughter.

Aaron laughed so hard he teared up as he spoke.

“Sabrina, come on. Everyone in our circle knows you’ve been trailing after me since we were kids. You were always saying you wanted to marry me.

“Anyone around our age is either married or already engaged. Are you saying you plan to break up someone else's engagement?

“Oh, right, there’s also Ethan. No way, right? He’s been overseas since forever. You’ve never even met him. Don’t tell me he’s your choice?

“So tell me, Sabrina. If not me, then who else would you be engaged to?”

I couldn’t even be bothered to argue with Aaron.

He’d find out soon enough who I’d chosen.

On the way to the club, Rachel and I shared the same car.

Seeing me rub my temples, she smiled smugly.

“Even if you become the head of the Saddler family one day, what’s the point if you’re married to Aaron and he doesn’t love you?

“If you’re not the one he loves, you’re the third wheel."

Without Aaron around, she finally dropped the act.

The sweet, delicate façade vanished, and the real Rachel emerged.

Looking at her smug, petty expression brought back memories of my previous life.

Her mother had shown up at our home one day, and after that, my parents divorced. Rachel and her mother officially took over our house.

Since my father, Frankie Saddler, felt guilty toward me, he treated me very well.

Later, he married Rachel off to the son of one of the Saddler family’s business partners.

Although that family wasn’t one of the four most powerful families in Jeselton City, they were second only to them due to their close ties with the Saddler family.

Grateful for the Saddler family’s support, they treated Rachel like a queen.

She ended up living far better than I did, even as the heir to the Saddler family.

But this time, I wouldn’t let my father have any say in Rachel’s marriage.

I was looking forward to seeing how things would turn out for her on her own.

So I ignored her mocking tone and simply replied, “Well then, I wish you and Aaron a lifetime of happiness and a healthy baby soon.”

She froze for a moment. There was no way for her to vent her anger.

I didn’t spare her another glance and got out of the car.

Timothy Sullivan, Ethan's grandfather, was having his 80th birthday celebration. I accompanied Wilson to deliver our birthday gift for him.

After that, to avoid all the people trying to pry about our family’s engagement plans, I slipped off to the garden for some peace.

I didn’t expect to run into Rachel there.

Word was, Aaron had been showering her with gifts, taking her to all kinds of elite events.

These days, when people in the social circle mentioned 'the Saddler girl,' they no longer thought of me.

Rachel had completely stolen the spotlight.

She walked up to me with a smile. Her voice was smug.

“Sabrina, do you like this dress?

“Aaron had it custom-designed for me by a top designer. There’s only one like it in the world.”

I ignored her, but she wasn’t about to give up. She went on.

“And these earrings? They’re made by one of the best designers in the world.”

I was about to snap at her to back off when I noticed the bracelet on her wrist.

My heart instantly sank.

It looked exactly like the heirloom bracelet my grandmother, Hannah Saddler, left me before she passed.

My mother, Cindy Saddler, had given it to my grandmother before she left.

When my grandmother died, she passed it on to me.

I treasured it deeply and kept it locked away. I couldn’t even bear to wear it myself.

I instinctively reached out to grab the bracelet for a closer look, but Rachel suddenly stepped back and deliberately fell to the ground before bursting into tears.

“Sabrina, what are you doing? I know you’re upset that Aaron likes me, but you can’t just shove me!”

A hand suddenly clamped down on my wrist.

A cold voice came from behind me.

“Sabrina, what are you doing?”

Aaron glared at me fiercely.

“Why are you throwing a tantrum?”

I shook him off and locked eyes with Rachel.

“Where did you get that bracelet?”

For a brief second, guilt flickered across Rachel’s face. Seeing Aaron standing beside her gave her a boost of confidence.

She straightened her back immediately.

“Aaron gave it to me!”

“You’re lying! That’s a Saddler family heirloom. There’s only one like it in the world! Give it back!” I snapped.