After Elena Jennings is reborn, she realizes that she has gone back in time to the year when she's still 27 years old. At the moment, she has one son and one daughter, and her husband is Lucas Fischer, the richest man in the world.

Lucas has maintained his top spot steadily on the world's ranking for the richest people. He's also the ultimate dream man, crowned by magazines as the man women all over the globe want to marry the most. Even the royal family of Evgolia wishes to marry their princess to this very man.

Everyone keeps claiming that Elena is extremely lucky to have married Lucas. But the first thing she does is seek out Lucas' first love, Sabrina Miller, with a divorce agreement in hand.

As she pushes the divorce agreement toward Sabrina, she states calmly. "I want to get a divorce. Lucas and the children are all yours."

Sabrina Miller stared at Elena Jennings in shock. She couldn't believe that the woman who'd held the title of Mrs. Fischer for six years would suddenly offer to step aside.

Elena's tone was flat when she added, "Since everyone prefers you, I'll make it easy. Just have Lucas sign the papers. Once the divorce is finalized, I'll leave."

This time, she wasn't going to repeat the same mistake. She wasn't going to keep being the Mrs. Fischer everyone overlooked.

Sabrina traced the rim of her cup with her fingertip as her brows drew together. "Elena, what exactly are you trying to pull?"

Watching the shifting emotions play out on Sabrina's face, Elena calmly replied, "I'm not trying to pull anything. I'm just done."

"Do you have any idea how many women out there covet your position?"

Elena held her gaze without blinking. "I do. That's why I'm giving it to you."

Sabrina's expression faltered.

She studied the agreement for a long moment before finally reaching for it. "Well, if you're giving it away, I'm not going to say no. Just don't forget that once something is mine, I don't give it back."

"Don't worry," Elena said with a faint smile. "I won't regret it."

After all, she'd already had a lifetime to learn what it meant to be utterly alone.

Sabrina rose and moved to another table in the cafe. She lifted her phone and tapped the screen. When the call connected, her voice softened instantly.

"Lucas, I'm at Azure Cafe. Can you come pick me up?"

Elena remained seated where she was, a bitter smile curling on her lips.

There was a time when she used to call Lucas Fischer, her husband. His assistant, Jason Myers, answered nine out of ten times.

Now, less than 20 minutes later, Lucas, who was always "in a meeting", walked through the door.

Through the glass, Elena watched him stride inside. His black tailored suit emphasized his broad shoulders and lean waist.

Their six-year-old son, Benjamin Fischer, and four-year-old daughter, Charlotte Fischer, saw Sabrina first. They ran to her without hesitation, wrapping their arms around her and kissing her cheeks.

"Ms. Miller!" Charlotte called sweetly, nuzzling her face against Sabrina's chest.

Lucas set a cake box down on the table and slid it toward Sabrina. "It's chocolate-flavored. I told the chef to cut back on the sugar."

Sabrina's eyes lit up. "You still remember."

Elena sat in the corner, her fingers digging into her palm.

After six years of marriage, Lucas didn't even know what flavor she liked.

In her previous life, when she was hospitalized and craving strawberry cake, he told Jason to buy something. The cake that arrived was mango, the one flavor she was allergic to.

"What do you feel like tonight?" Lucas asked, his voice low and resonant. "Faldorian cuisine or Corvian cuisine?"

Sabrina smiled and took the divorce agreement from her bag. "Before that, there's something I'd like you to look at."

She flipped it to the signature page. "I've been looking at a mansion, but I'm short on liquid funds. Would you mind—"

Lucas took the pen and signed without reading the contents. "There's no need to be so formal with me."

"Ms. Miller, are you buying a new house?" Benjamin asked, tilting his head up. "Dad, you should buy one next door. Charlotte and I want to move in with you. We don't want to stay with Mom every day."

Lucas' brow furrowed briefly, but when he saw the anticipation in their eyes, he relented. "Alright. We'll do that."

"There's no need to go through all that trouble," Sabrina said quickly. "I'll have three rooms ready for Benjamin, Charlotte, and… you. You can stay over whenever you want."

The children cheered.

Charlotte threw her arms around Sabrina's neck and kissed her. "Ms. Miller, you're the best. You're a thousand times better than Mom!"

Elena felt her heart break. The pain was so sharp that it nearly knocked the breath out of her.

She noticed the faint curve of Lucas' lips. It was a tenderness he'd never shown her.

She couldn't watch any longer. Picking up her bag, she turned and walked out.

The moment she stepped outside, memories from her previous life surfaced.

In that life, she and Lucas had a marriage of convenience. She gave birth to a son and a daughter. She lived to 62, but she was never happy.

That was because Lucas had always had Sabrina in his heart.

She was his first love. After they broke up years ago, Sabrina went abroad. Lucas drank for a few days, but his pride kept him from chasing her. He agreed to the arranged marriage instead.

Lucas had been Elena's dream when she was young. He was distant and untouchable. Among the socialites of Jeston's high society, who hadn't dreamed of marrying the head of Fischer Group?

When she learned their families had arranged the match, she was overjoyed.

But after the wedding, no matter how much she gave, she only received distance and indifference.

That was until Sabrina's return.

Lucas never mentioned divorce, but his eyes rarely left Sabrina. Worse, the children grew closer to Sabrina and further from Elena.

In her later years, Elena was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Under the excuse that she needed to recuperate, Lucas left her alone at Fischer Manor.

On her birthday, she trembled as she called Lucas, Benjamin, and Charlotte, only to learn they were vacationing with Sabrina in Mardor.

She wanted to cook herself a plate of pasta, but in her confusion, she forgot to turn off the stove.

As flames swallowed her, the last thing she remembered was the iciness in Lucas' gaze when he placed the wedding ring on her finger.

She shut her eyes in pain, wishing that if she had a second chance, she would never again trade her entire future for him.

…

When Elena returned to the mansion, night had already fallen.

She didn't rest. She began clearing things out.

One by one, she put Lucas' suits and shirts, the children's toys, and family photos into boxes.

"What are you doing?"

Lucas' voice came from behind her.

She turned to see him standing in the doorway, holding the children's hands. His brows were tightly drawn together.

"Why are you throwing our things away?"

Charlotte ran over, her face flushing red when she saw her teddy bear inside a box.

Benjamin glared at her. "We just spent some time with Ms. Miller. Are you really that upset about it?"

Lucas' gaze was as cold as ever. "The kids like being around Sabrina. Are you really going to throw a tantrum over such a trivial matter?"

"I'm not upset," Elena said evenly.

"Liar!" Charlotte shouted. "You're jealous of Ms. Miller. That's why you threw my teddy away. You're a bad mom!"

"When I grow up, I'm moving in with Ms. Miller," Benjamin said fiercely, grabbing Charlotte's hand. "I'll never come back to see you!"

Lucas didn't stop them. A slight frown marred his face, his dark eyes sweeping over Elena as if she were a stranger making a scene.

"That's enough," he said, his voice a deep, resonant hum.

He adjusted his cufflinks with casual precision. "I have a video conference with the board. Throw out whatever you want. Just be quiet."

When the door shut behind him, Elena's tears finally fell.

It felt as if her heart were being shredded into pieces. Every breath of air tasted like copper.

She wiped her face, looked at the mess around her, and suddenly let out a laugh.

His reminder was unnecessary.

She wouldn't disturb him ever again.

After the divorce agreement was signed, Elena stopped managing the household.

She no longer woke at 5:00 am to prepare breakfast for the children. She no longer waited up late for Lucas to return from business dinners so she could make him a hangover remedy.

The tasks she once considered her responsibility were handed entirely to the maids.

At first, no one noticed.

Then, Benjamin was reprimanded for being late to school, Charlotte couldn't find her homework, and Lucas' pocket watch stopped ticking.

The maids rushed around trying to keep up, but nothing met the standards Elena had maintained.

Dishes piled up in the sink, toys cluttered the living room, and pressed shirts never came out quite right. The once orderly house gradually fell into disarray.

When Lucas pushed open the bedroom door, Elena was leaning against the window, reading. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting dappled shadows across her.

Standing in the doorway, Lucas spoke in a low voice. "How long are you going to keep this up?"

Elena closed the book and looked at him. "I'm not keeping anything up."

"Then why have you stopped handling things at home?"

He stepped closer, the faint scent of ambergris clinging to him. "Are you still upset about what happened back then?"

She set the book aside. "I'm not upset. I just don't want to do it anymore."

Lucas narrowed his eyes, his slender fingers drumming against the desk. "Why?"

"I'm tired," she said calmly. "We have plenty of maids. I don't have to do everything myself."

She remembered how, in her previous life, she rose before dawn every day.

Lucas' coffee had to be exactly 185 degrees Fahrenheit. His sandwich had to be toasted just right. The children's clothes were hand-washed, and even their socks were ironed.

In return, all she got was Lucas' tenderness toward Sabrina, the children's attachment to the latter, and the loneliness of dying alone at 62.

Lucas' tone turned icy. "Elena, if you're upset, just say it. Don't act like a petulant child."

She gave a faint smile. "I'm not upset. I just want to rest."

Before he could reply, the door flew open. Benjamin and Charlotte rushed in, anger written all over their tiny faces.

"Mom, you're so lazy!" Charlotte shouted. "We want Ms. Miller to take care of us."

Benjamin chimed in immediately, "Ms. Miller is kinder than you, more hardworking than you, and better than you in every way!"

Lucas kept his gaze fixed on Elena, as if waiting for her to soften.

Instead, she took a deep breath and said, "If you think she's better, then invite her to stay. I don't mind."

The air went still.

Lucas' expression darkened. "Are you sure?"

Elena drew another breath. "I'm sure."

Charlotte tugged at his sleeve. "Dad, hurry! I want Ms. Miller here right now."

"Once she's here, we won't need you anymore," Benjamin said, making a face at Elena. "You can leave!"

Lucas looked at Elena one last time. When she didn't waver, he turned and walked out with the children.

Elena stood there, listening to the sound of the engine fading away, and closed her eyes.

Soon, she would give them exactly what they wanted.

She would leave them and this house behind.

On the first day Sabrina moved in, she began directing the maids to rearrange the living room.

"This couch feels too dark," she said lightly, brushing her slender fingers over the leather before turning to Lucas with a soft smile. "Lucas, why don't we switch to something in cream?"

Lucas didn't even blink. He simply turned to the housekeeper, Martha Yates, and said, "Do as she suggests."

Elena stood at the bend of the staircase and watched as the workers carried out the couch she'd so carefully chosen just six months ago.

Benjamin and Charlotte trailed behind Sabrina like shadows, excitedly pointing at everything. "Ms. Miller, this throw pillow should go too. Mom picked it out. It's so ugly!"

Sabrina gently ruffled their hair. "Alright. We'll replace it."

Elena's hands clenched briefly before relaxing again.

She'd made those pillowcases herself while she was pregnant, stitching them by hand and filling them with hypoallergenic stuffing because the children's skin was so sensitive when they were little.

Now, they were tossed into the trash without a second thought.

Over the next few days, the house grew more and more unfamiliar.

At the dining table, Sabrina sat in the seat that had once been Elena's, gently placing food on the children's plates.

Lucas would occasionally pour her a cup of coffee himself, his long fingers sliding it toward her and his eyes holding a softness Elena had never seen directed at her.

At night, the lights in the living room would dim, and the four of them would squeeze together on the couch to watch movies. Charlotte curled up in Sabrina's arms while Benjamin leaned against Lucas' shoulder, their laughter echoing throughout the house.

When Elena passed by, they didn't even look up. It was as though she didn't exist.

What was even more absurd was that Lucas, Benjamin, and Charlotte had once been meticulous to a fault when it came to their quality of life.

And now?

Elena watched Sabrina toss Lucas' Patek Philippe, worth tens of millions of dollars, face down onto the coffee table, and he would pick it up indulgently.

She watched the children head to school in uniforms Sabrina had thrown straight into the washing machine, the collars still stained with sauce.

She watched Sabrina serve takeout on plates and claim she'd made it herself, and no one called her out.

More than that, they practically worshipped her.

"Sabrina, don't touch that," Lucas said, stopping her when she reached for the coffee pot. His fingers closed gently around her wrist. "Your hands are meant for the piano."

"Ms. Miller, I'll carry your bag for you," Benjamin offered eagerly, taking her limited-edition handbag with a smile Elena had never seen him direct at her.

"Ms. Miller, all you need to do is rest," Martha said respectfully, presenting a pair of handmade slippers from Ilyria. "We'll take care of everything else."

It was ironic.

Elena had worked like a nanny in that house for six years, and no one had noticed. On the other hand, Sabrina had barely settled in, and she was treated like royalty.

The household staff whispered about it among themselves.

"Mr. Fischer is so nice to Ms. Miller. He's never treated Mrs. Fischer like this."

"Even the kids are glued to her. This house is going to have a new lady before long."

Elena was beyond caring. Without a word or a single question, she quietly sorted through her belongings.

That afternoon, her phone vibrated nonstop.

"Mrs. Fischer! Mr. Benjamin and Ms. Charlotte had an allergic reaction at school. They were taken to the hospital in an ambulance!"

By the time Elena arrived at the hospital, both children had already been rushed into the emergency room.

Lucas stood in the corridor. His suit jacket was draped over his arm, his tie was loose, and anger simmered beneath his expression.

"Elena Jennings." His voice was low and laced with suppressed fury. "What exactly were you thinking?"

She froze. "What are you talking about?"

"They're allergic to mango. Don't you know that?"

He stepped closer, his imposing height casting a shadow over her. "Why did you let them drink mango juice?"

She met his eyes steadily. "It wasn't me! I'd never bring mango into the house."

Ever since the first time the children were hospitalized after eating mango, Elena had been painfully careful.

She constantly reminded everyone of their allergy. She even checked the school cafeteria menu herself. She would never have made that mistake.

Lucas gave a cold laugh. "Who else would've done it if not you? The maid? Or did the children decide to poison themselves?"

She opened her mouth to respond, but the door swung open, and a nurse stepped out. "They're awake."

In the ward, Benjamin and Charlotte lay on the hospital beds, their faces pale. When they saw Elena and Lucas enter, their eyes flickered.

"What happened?" Lucas asked, his voice low.

The children exchanged a look and pointed at Elena at the same time.

"It was Mom! There was mango in the dessert she bought."

Elena stiffened as she looked at them in disbelief. "What did you just say?"