I decide to not have anything to do with Holden Gunning anymore.

Since he claims that he's busy with work at his company, I don't hesitate to pack my belongings at home.

As soon as Holden brings his first love, Leah Linton, home with him, I tell him that I want a divorce immediately.

In my previous life, I had given my all to this family. Even my own money was on the brink of running dry just to patch up every problem in life.

But on my 40th birthday, my children knelt before me simultaneously. They wanted me to accept Leah, who was diagnosed with a terminal illness, into our family.

I could only stare at Holden. "You told me that you'd only love me in this lifetime! Have you forgotten all about your vow?"

But Holden glared at me with bloodshot eyes.

"I'll definitely spend the rest of my life with you! All Leah wants is a proper title anyway! Why are you being petty when it comes to a dying woman's business, anyway?"

When I open my eyes, I realize that I'm 25 years old again.

In this lifetime, I shall grant their wish and let them stay together. At the same time, I'm also setting myself free.

It was then that Maddie Jenkinson, my housekeeper, asked with her eyes puffy and bloodshot from crying, "Why are you getting a divorce when everything was going so well, Mrs. Gunning?

"You and Mr. Gunning have been married for so many years and have always lived a harmonious life. Mr. Gunning is a devoted man, which is hard to find these days. You also have to think about your children as well, right, Mrs. Gunning?"

Holden Gunning, my husband, had long been considered one of the most desirable bachelors in Aeloria's upper-class society.

He was born into a prestigious family with a diplomat grandfather, was blessed with exceptionally good looks, and had taken over the family business at a young age with an immeasurable future ahead of him.

Dad was the wealthiest man in Aeloria. He ultimately originated from the countryside, though, so marrying Holden was still considered marrying into a higher status for me. He never frequented nightclubs, nor was there ever any romantic scandal about him since our marriage.

Charles Gunning and Sierra Gunning, our children, had excellent grades and were well-behaved, never giving anyone cause for worry.

It could be said that my life was a source of envy and jealousy for others.

I had already learned that it was all an illusion since I had been reborn.

I looked at my youthful, radiant face in the mirror and stated resolutely, "I no longer want Holden or the children. I'll tell my family shortly that I'll be returning to my hometown tomorrow."

Maddie walked away, barely managing to hold back her tears.

Holden came over with a drink in hand at that moment. He had never been the kind to bring anything home before, yet recently he had been coming back late and always returning with something in hand.

I surmised that he brought a portion back for me as an afterthought while purchasing them for another person, attempting to use this small act of goodwill to counteract his guilt.

Holden casually set it down on the table. He furrowed his brow slightly after noticing that I had no intention of drinking it. "I heard that women are into this kind of drink, so why aren't you drinking it?"

"Have you forgotten that I don't drink sweet beverages?" I asked calmly. He always returned with drinks so sweet that even a single sip required insulin on standby.

That was exactly the kind of thing that Leah Linton—Holden's first unrequited love—liked, though.

Holden's handsome features shifted from displeasure to embarrassment in an instant. He pushed the drink away and said, "I thought your preferences had changed. I'll take a look to see if there are any drinks that aren't sweet tomorrow."

He looked somewhat uneasy after seeing how indifferent I was. "I'll probably be sleeping at the office since there's a lot going on at the company right now."

I merely replied flatly, "You must have been working very hard lately."

Holden sensed that something was off. "I'm sure that you understand that the company affairs are the top priority at the moment, Raelynn."

I merely offered a slight nod of my head.

Holden continued, "I notice you haven't bought any new clothes, even though spring is around the corner, so do you want me to accompany you to buy a few pieces?"

I turned him down indifferently. I had to persuade him endlessly just to get him to go shopping with me or order tailored clothes in my past life, but now that he was offering on his own accord, I no longer wanted to.

Holden was obviously caught off guard by how bluntly I rejected him. He looked startled for a second before leaving angrily with a slam of the door. "Have it your way, then!"

I maintained a composed expression outwardly, but I couldn't stop my fingers from trembling slightly.

In my past life, I rejected Holden's idea of recognizing Leah as his sister, causing the latter to down an entire bottle of sleeping pills to take her own life. It was quite fortunate for her that a maid spotted her and rescued her in time.

It was from that day onward that the tension between me and the rest of the household grew deeper. They all considered me a malicious woman, capable of being jealous of someone on their deathbed.

Holden responded to the national directive and relocated to the northwest region to stimulate economic development later on. He departed without hesitation, taking Leah with him.

I was completely disregarded when Leah passed away; Holden officially acknowledged Leah as his sister and even had her buried in the family plot.

Charles said, "Leah spent her entire life suffering and sacrificing for Dad, and in the end, all she wanted was some formal recognition, Mom. Is that really too much to ask? You need to realize that if it weren't for you, the two of them would have been a perfect, happy couple long ago!"

Sierra said, "You're nothing but someone from the countryside, whereas Dad comes from an elite family background. You two were never a good match to begin with. Why are you so obsessed with holding onto the title of Mrs. Gunning anyway, Mom?"

I even questioned myself sometimes, wondering if I really was this awful, evil person. I eventually reflected on it and found out that I was the only one who cared for Charles and Sierra whenever they were sick.

I was the only one who stayed by my mother-in-law's side day and night to care for her meticulously when she suffered a stroke and lay paralyzed in bed.

I was the one who used my wedding gifts to cover the deficit when the Gunning family encountered financial distress and suffered a shortage of capital, even tapping into Dad's massive fortune.

I spent every day in agony at home, my heart filled with unspeakable pain. Holden, on the other hand, was out with his beloved first love, indulging in romantic intimacy. Charles and Sierra were still admiring their fairy-tale romance.

Why did everyone expect me to just swallow my anger, suffer in silence, and act like a spineless doormat who always bent over backward for them?

I looked at my younger self in the mirror, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. I maintained my smile as the painful memories of my past life flashed before me one after another. I had been reborn, so I would give them exactly what they wanted. I was going to live only for myself for the rest of my life.

It was around noon, and I was still working with my lawyer to calculate how much money I had put in and how the assets should be divided when I heard a knock on the door and Leah's timid voice.

She walked in looking totally helpless, holding a bowl while saying, "I know I've been a huge hassle recently, so I went to the kitchen today to make some fish chowder for you. It's really delicious, so please have some, Raelynn."

I noticed that Charles and Sierra were standing outside as well, though they were staring at Leah the entire time, as though she were their real mother.

I simply waved my hand in refusal and said, "I don't want it."

Leah staggered back as if she had been pushed. She spilled the fish chowder onto the floor, with some splashing onto her hand. She cried out repeatedly from the pain as her hand turned red almost instantly.

Charles snapped, "You didn't have to push Leah even if you didn't want any of it, Mom!"

Sierra added, "You've really gone too far this time, Mom. You actually injured Leah."

Leah said, "It's not Raelynn's fault. It's my own fault for not holding onto it properly."

Upon seeing Leah trying to frame me yet again, I remembered that she had pulled this exact trick in my past life—except back then, she was even more ruthless. She had deliberately broken her own leg just to pin the blame on me and win over my family's sympathy.

I knew for a fact that she wasn't someone with a terminal illness who was about to die at all; in my past life, she had lived happily with Holden in the northwest region.

I wasn't going to hold back in this life, though. I instantly raised my hand, slapping her hard across the face.

I hadn't even had the chance to slap her again when someone suddenly caught my hand in a tight grip.

Holden held my hand in a death grip, looking absolutely furious. He regarded me with a frigid gaze before snarling, "It seems I've spoiled you too much, allowing you to act in such a manner, Raelynn!"

Leah was still dazed, having never expected me to actually hit her. She hurriedly threw herself into Holden's arms after coming to her senses.

She then sobbed while saying, "I was the one at fault here, Holden. I was just worried about getting in the way of your relationship, so I made fish chowder today, especially for Raelynn. I had no idea she'd refuse to eat it, let alone push and slap me…"

"I'm sure it's all my fault. It must be because the fish chowder I made wasn't any good that Raelynn lost her temper," Leah said with a sob.

It was amazing how Leah still managed to put on an understanding appearance while crying, telling Holden and the others not to argue with me.

I met Holden's gaze and shook his hand off. "I only taught her a lesson because she falsely accused me of pushing her."

Charles suddenly spoke up, his gaze filled with hatred and disappointment. "Sierra and I both witnessed you pushing Leah. How could you still lie at this point, Mom?"

Sierra pressed her lips tightly together before saying, "I saw it too—it was Mom who pushed Leah."

Leah sobbed until her eyes were bloodshot. "It's all my fault, so please don't argue over me anymore. I'm begging you, Raelynn—please don't take this out on the children."

Holden sighed, his voice full of disappointment while saying, "It is said that jealousy can turn people into monsters—and look at what you've become, Raelynn. You should just stay home and reflect on yourself for the time being."

Just like countless times in my past life, with a single understated sentence, Holden pushed the blame onto me.

I merely smiled to myself, mocking myself for having been foolish enough to explain things to him just moments ago. I thought it didn't matter to me anymore, though, as there wasn't going to be a next time.

Holden and the others crowded around Leah, the woman I had supposedly "harmed," and left together as a group.

I glanced at the account book, sorted it out as quickly as possible, and hurriedly packed my luggage. I then placed the divorce agreement I had drawn up long ago on the table right in front of Holden. "I'd like to get a divorce, Holden."

Holden didn't even glance at it. He simply tossed it into the trash can and asked with a sneer, "You're pulling this stunt with me just because of what happened today, aren't you? Leah is a childhood friend of mine. She's now sick and doesn't have much time left.

"What else is there to be bitter about when you've already slapped her? You come from a nouveau riche family, Raelynn. What will your parents think of you if you divorce me? Do you not feel any shame?"

I could tell from Holden's expression that he didn't take it seriously; he just thought I was throwing a tantrum. I knew that he thought that since I had loved him so deeply, I couldn't possibly bring myself to walk away from this marriage.

I merely asked, "Didn't Leah ask you to acknowledge her as a sister and allow her to be buried in the family plot after her death, Holden?"

I watched as Holden's figure stiffened in front of me. "Where did you hear that? What's the harm in giving her an official status if she passes away while being with the Gunning family? Do I no longer possess the authority to make such decisions in the Gunning family?"

I asked, "What if I don't agree to it?"

Holden looked at me, a sudden irritation rising in him. "What's gotten into you these past couple of days? You've been going against me at every turn! It's merely acknowledging her as a sister—it's not as though she is bearing a child of mine!"

I took out another copy of the divorce agreement and said, "I won't agree to it as long as I'm still in this household—be it acknowledging her as a sister or you having children with her. It would be better for you to divorce me just so you can let your childhood sweetheart get what she wants, Holden."

Holden's expression quickly grew cold the moment he noticed that I was being serious. He stared hard at me, trying to see if I was just bluffing.

"Do you really want to relinquish your position as the lady of the house and leave our children behind, Raelynn? You said you wanted us to grow old together when we got married back then."

I stated flatly, "You also promised me that you would only love me in this lifetime, yet now you want to take Leah in as a sister. It might sound nice, but everyone knows that in your elite circle, a 'sister' is equivalent to a sister wife!"

I then said coldly, "If I don't take the hint and get out of your way now, then I'll just be putting you in an awkward position, Holden. I also noticed that Charles and Sierra love Leah very much. Why shouldn't I go through with the divorce if it would make everyone around me happy, Holden?"

"Have it your way, then!" Holden snapped, signing the divorce agreement out of pure spite. "You'd better not regret this later, Raelynn!"