After being reborn, I decided to become everything Jason hates. He likes girls with long hair; he likes women who are gentle and demure. So, I chopped off my waist-length hair. I went surfing, skiing, and partied all night with my friends. In my past life, I only found out after we got married that he had always been in love with his adopted sister, Felicity. His mother threatened suicide to keep them apart, so he married me as a compromise. Why? Because I looked a little like her. After the wedding, he was cold to me, constantly entangled with Felicity. I cried, I fought, and in the end, on my way to ask for a divorce, I died in a car crash, full of regret. In this life, my friend asked me, confused: "Are you doing all this to get Jason’s attention?" "No," I said. "I'm doing this to get away from him." 1 My best friend, Lily, was celebrating her birthday. She invited me to the party. When I walked into the private room, the place was buzzing. No one paid attention to me. Until I walked up to Lily. "Whoa, Gwen! You cut your hair?!" Lily has no inside voice. Her shout made everyone turn their heads. The room went silent. Everyone’s eyes landed on my new bob cut. Their expressions were... complicated. I pretended not to notice. I smiled. "Yeah, just got it cut. The stylist said it suits me. Does it look okay?" "It looks good." "Yeah, very nice." A few scattered compliments. But while they said the words, their eyes drifted nervously in one direction. "I don't think it looks good at all." The blunt criticism cut through the polite murmurs. In that direction, Felicity covered her mouth, looking like she’d made a mistake. She looked "regretful." "Oops, sorry Gwen. I just blurted out what I was thinking. You know I’m just straightforward like that. You won’t be mad, right?" Before I could say anything, Jason stood up. He looked right at me and repeated it. "Yeah. It doesn't look good at all." He defended her immediately. The atmosphere got awkward fast. I shrugged, unbothered. "It doesn't matter. I like it." 2 Jason called me outside. We stood facing each other in the hallway. The dim lighting cast shadows over his handsome face, but I could feel the anger simmering beneath the surface. "Gwen, who told you to cut your hair? Didn't I say I like long hair on girls? As my girlfriend, you..." "Jason." I cut him off. "Let's break up." The air froze for a second. He frowned, about to speak. Inside the room, the sound of Felicity and Lily arguing erupted. Jason’s frown deepened. He scoffed, tossed a careless "Suit yourself" over his shoulder, and rushed back inside. I watched his retreating back and let out a long breath. 3 I met Jason in high school. Freshman year, I broke my leg dancing and had to use crutches. Because of that, I got bullied a lot. They called me "Cripple." They tripped me on purpose. Once, some kids stole my homework. I couldn't chase them, and I was crying out of frustration when I met Jason. Sometimes, you fall for someone in a single moment. Jason not only helped me, but he also protected me for three years. Even after my leg healed, following him became a habit. Everyone knew I liked him. He casually mentioned he liked girls with long hair, so I grew mine out. He said girls should be "gentle and quiet," so I quit the dance team. I stopped skiing. I stopped surfing. I gave up my friends, my hobbies, and carved myself into a shape he liked until I was unrecognizable. My efforts paid off. We started dating. He even took me to meet his family. His family had an adopted daughter named Felicity. When I met her, she clung to Jason’s arm intimately. "Gwen is so pretty. You're lucky, big bro. Hee hee, Gwen and I actually look a bit alike." A casual remark, laced with hidden hostility. I didn't think much of it then. I didn't notice Jason stiffen for a second. In my past life, I married Jason. But after the wedding, he was always cold. Until Felicity sent me a video of them together. In the video, they were doing things only a husband and wife should do. Felicity’s taunting words were like a knife to my heart. "If Mom hadn't stopped us, I would be Mrs. Sterling!" "You think marrying him means you won? Hardly. He doesn't love you. You're just a replacement for me!" Shocked and furious, I coughed up blood. I grabbed my documents and drove to find Jason to demand a divorce. But I crashed on the way. I died in agony. I never expected to open my eyes again. Reborn. Back to when we first got into college. This time, I tried hard to become everything Jason hated. That unrecognizable replacement? I quit. 4 When I went back into the room, Felicity was crying in Jason’s arms. Jason looked cold. He stared at Lily and said, "Lily, apologize to my sister." Lily straightened her neck. "Why should I apologize to that pick-me girl?" "She started badmouthing Gwen first. I just called her out. If you want an apology, make her apologize to Gwen first!" Felicity’s eyes were red. She spoke in a small, aggrieved voice. "But I was just telling the truth. Is that wrong..." She looked up, tears shimmering in her eyes. She looked like she had suffered the greatest injustice in the world. Lily wasn't buying it. "Calling you a pick-me and saying you have a foul mouth is also telling the truth. I'm not wrong either!" "Lily! Enough!" Jason shouted. His tall frame stepped forward, imposing and threatening. Lily didn't back down an inch. Just then, they all saw me. A glint of calculation flashed in Felicity’s eyes. "Gwen, you're finally back."
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