On the plane returning from our divorce, Brennan and I both met with an accident.

Before the plane crash, he said, "If I could do it again, I would marry Hailey. Only with her do I feel that life is vibrant."

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day he was supposed to propose to me.

He picked up the bouquet of flowers, turned and ran towards Hailey in the crowd, kneeling on one knee. "Hailey, will you marry me?"

I knew then that he had been reborn too. As he wished, I fulfilled their desires. But later, he will regret it and knelt down to beg me to change my mind.

Hailey, in disbelief, covered her mouth with both hands, nodding continuously, tears of joy streaming down her face as they hugged tightly. The clueless onlookers all cheered and congratulated them.

However, some people still questioned, "Wasn't Brennan supposed to propose to Mikaela? How did it become Hailey?"

"Exactly, Brennan said it was Mikaela in the group chat and even asked us to come to support her. What's going on now?"

"Who knows?"

The two of them hugged for a long time. Brennan turned and picked up the microphone. "Thank you all for coming today to witness our love. In the past, I didn't know my true feelings. Now I know. I've always loved Hailey. It was my mistake to miss her before. For the rest of my life, I don't want to miss her again. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, hand in hand."

After speaking, he looked at me calmly. "Forced love is never good. Our past relationship was a mistake. I hope we can part on good terms, Mikaela."

The ringing in my ears from the explosion gradually faded and I returned to the day Brennan was going to propose to me in our past life. Looking at Brennan in front of me and recalling his words at the last moment of our previous life about choosing Hailey if given a second chance, I knew he had been reborn too.

At this moment, his eyes were exactly like they were when he was thirty-eight in our previous life, it was cold and rational. Years of business decisions had made his demeanor mature and steady.

But now, we were still college sophomores and Brennan and I had been dating for two years. He chose Valentine's Day to inform all our friends and classmates, setting up a large flower display on the night playground to propose to me. This proposal was also partly due to Hailey.

Hailey was a year ahead of us, the lead singer of a band, she was beautiful, lively, flamboyant and free-spirited, daring to love and hate.

At the freshman welcome party, she fell for Brennan at first sight and continuously showed her affection for him, sending breakfast, gifts and creating opportunities for them to be alone through student council work.

Even knowing about my existence, she would say, "It's not like you're married. Life should be bold. If you like someone, you should take the initiative. How else will you know who is the right one?"

Brennan always looked at her with a cold face, but she continued to stick around with a bright smile. Annoyed, Brennan decided to propose to me on Valentine's Day to make Hailey see that he wanted to marry me and that he would never like her.

In our past life, when Brennan proposed to me, Hailey stood at the forefront of the crowd, wearing a red dress, bold and flamboyant, shouting at Brennan, "Brennan, think carefully. If you really succeed in proposing, I will stop liking you. This is my final question. Will you be with me or not?"

In our past life, Brennan said firmly, "My wife for this life will only be Mikaela. I only love Mikaela. I hope you won't pester me anymore."

But now, he said that our relationship was a mistake and asked me not to pester him.

Facing the curious eyes of the surrounding crowd, I looked at their tightly clasped hands and said calmly, "Of course. From this moment on, we break up. From now on, the bridge is a bridge, the road is a road and we have nothing to do with each other."

Hearing my words, Brennan breathed a sigh of relief.

Hailey excitedly jumped onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I knew it, you were always meant to be mine. But you took so long to agree to be with me, you owe me."

Brennan asked, "Okay, what do you want as compensation?"

"I want to feel the thrill of riding on a motorcycle," Hailey replied.

"It's easy, no problem." He agreed.

"I want to sing on top of a mountain," she told him.

He answered confidently, "Sure."

"I want to taste every drink in all the bars." Hailey continued on her wish.

"No problem," he said.

***

Brennan looked at her dotingly, as if gazing at a long-lost treasure.

The crowd clapped and cheered in unison, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss …"

My roommates, indignant on my behalf, said, "Brennan is too much. Isn't this cheating in public? He talks about understanding his true feelings, but why wait until now to say it and break up?"

Exactly, calling all the classmates here for a proposal to me and then breaking up in front of everyone to immediately be with someone else. What a jerk.

I turned to them and said, "Let's go. Didn't you say a new bar is opening today? Come on, my treat."

Seeing me calmly drink one glass after another, they grew worried and advised me to let it go, saying it wasn't worth being sad over such a jerk. I smiled, hugged them and said I was actually happy. I truly felt relieved to be free from him.

Speaking of which, Brennan and I were neighbors, childhood friends. Our families were well-matched and an arranged marriage was inevitable. Both families automatically paired us up. We encouraged and supported each other, promising to date once we got into college and to marry after graduation. Everything progressed smoothly.

In our past life, after marriage, our lives gradually became consumed by work, daily chores and raising children. Our feelings for each other slowly faded. He often complained about the lack of passion in life, saying it was too smooth and boring.

By then, Hailey had become a moderately famous rock singer. Her bold and passionate performances at music festivals often captivated Brennan. Even just a video of her would be watched by him repeatedly.

Later, he found excuses to get close to her. At that time, Hailey lived by the principle of enjoying life to the fullest, advocating against marriage and had just broken up with her last boyfriend.

With one intentionally approaching and the other being carefree, it didn't take many words for the two adults to have multiple intimate encounters. Naturally, I questioned him when I found out, but he told me I could find other men too and we shouldn't interfere with each other.

Seeing his indifferent gaze, which no longer held the tenderness and affection it once did, I proposed a divorce. He initially refused, knowing our property division would be complicated, but he eventually conceded to my persistence.

However, his gaze was mocking as he said, "Being with someone spontaneous and carefree is truly the happiest. The past half month with Hailey has been more joyful than all the years of my life. The wild exuberance I never had in my youth is now finally mine."

He continued, "You, brought up in a prestigious family with a methodical approach, always rational and concerned with gains and losses, will never understand what a passionate and flamboyant life is like."

I only wondered why I hadn't noticed his foolish simplicity before. He believed he had grasped the essence of life, unaware that without a foundation of material support, even the freest and most carefree life is just a castle built on sand, ready to be blown away by the wind.

Due to drinking too much, I went to the bathroom again. On the way, I passed a partially open private room and overheard someone saying, "I must say, Brennan, what you did on the playground today was really unexpected. I heard you and Mikaela were childhood sweethearts. Do you really not like her anymore?"

Brennan took a drag from his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring. "Childhood sweethearts? Just because we grew up together and our parents pushed us together, I thought I liked her. But it's just an ordinary friendship. Her rational and calm personality is not what I like at all."

"Then who do you really like?" someone teased.

Brennan pulled Hailey closer. "Of course, it's Hailey."

The hallway was narrow and someone bumped into me, causing the already ajar door to open fully. The people inside looked at me and fell silent.

Brennan tapped his cigarette into the ashtray and frowned at me. "We already agreed to break up. You won't pester me, right? Why are you here now?"

Hailey immediately sat on Brennan's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, staking her claim. "I told you, you never know the ending until it's over. Now that Brennan chose me, you're not thinking of taking him back, are you?"

Brennan patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, I don't go back to my exes."

I couldn't help but laugh. These two really were a match, equally narcissistic. "Relax, I was just passing by. I don't deal in garbage collection."

As I turned to leave, I saw Brennan's face darken for a moment. The feelings that had been worn away in our past life were completely gone now and their so-called joyous life no longer stirred any emotions in me.

Just as I turned, I bumped into someone's chest. Instinctively, I placed my hands on his chest for support. It felt quite firm. Looking up, I saw it was Richard.

The eldest son of the Baggins Family from the northern part of the city, he was five years older than me and had just returned from studying abroad to take over the family business this year.

In the dimly lit bar, he wore a black shirt buttoned up to the top. His cold and handsome face, combined with the dark lighting, exuded a strong sense of restraint. He looked down at me slightly.

Realizing I was still leaning on his chest, I awkwardly coughed, stepped back and apologized.

At this moment, someone in the private room spoke again, "Actually, Mikaela is quite pretty. Since you and her have broken up, I'll pursue her."

"Go ahead," Brennan said casually.

"Let me ask a personal question, have you two ever done it?"

Brennan scoffed. "She's very conservative. She insisted on waiting until we were engaged to do anything. She's boring and rigid."

"Hehe, then I'll have to take up the challenge."

Hailey's dissatisfied voice came out, "If you succeed in proposing tonight, won't you be able to marry the beauty?"

"Now you are the beauty. To celebrate us being together, why don't we go to my place tonight?"

"You're terrible!" she sulked.

The man in front of him had an unreadable expression and a magnetic voice. "You two already broke up? Are you single now?"

Listening to the conversation inside made me frown in disgust. The excessive alcohol in my stomach was becoming unbearable. I responded casually and hurried towards the bathroom.

Just as I was about to bump into someone again, a hand wrapped around my waist. Unable to hold it any longer, I vomited on the person's shirt.

The black shirt was instantly decorated with a three-dimensional pattern.