Everyone said Julian was aloof and noble, but for ten years, he chased after me like a lovesick puppy. Even when I was pushed into a sea of fire by my enemies, he didn't hesitate. He threw away his billion-dollar empire and followed me into death. Reborn, I decided to stop being the villainess who strung him along. I swore to treat him well, to love him wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, it seems he was reborn too. "Lilith, you still want to train me like a dog, just like in our past life, hmm?" He backed me into a corner, forcing the divorce papers into my hand. He said he would never want me again in this life. Absolutely never. 1 When I was eleven, someone broke five of my fingers, one by one. From that moment on, I swore I would become someone standing at the very top of this world. By any means necessary. Whatever it took. Later, I did many terrible things. In the end, karma caught up. Someone seeking revenge pushed me into a burning building. As the flames swallowed me, my mind was blank. But a white figure rushed into my vision and hugged me tightly. It was Julian, my husband. The man who loved me to death, the man whose only stain in life was loving me. As we turned to ash together, I thought: If there is a next life, I swear I will give my heart and soul to treat him well. 2 "This is the divorce agreement." "Sign it." The flickering lights made my thoughts chaotic. The man standing opposite me lowered his eyes. Hiding the coldness within them. "Julian." "Don't be like this." I tried to grab his hand. Veins popped on his arm as he pulled away instantly. This was the first hour and forty-one minutes of my rebirth. I suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief. Julian finally realized I was a bad woman who cheated him out of his money and feelings. He didn't want me anymore. 3 I sat in a bakery, looking through the thin glass window. Watching two figures wandering in the school building opposite. Julian certainly didn't know I was secretly watching him. Watching him solve problems for that girl, while she practically rubbed against his clothes. Yes, in this life, Julian should know who is kind and who is innocent. But I still propped my chin on my hand and messaged that girl. "Snow, how are you seducing your brother-in-law?" 4 Snow Lin is my sister. To be precise, she is the real heiress, and I am the fake. When I was twelve, Mrs. Lin picked me up on a stormy day. Everyone thought it was a coincidence. It wasn't. To make Mrs. Lin pick up the pitiful me in that rainstorm, I broke my own leg. I wanted wealth and glory. I wanted to be above everyone else. I wanted to never taste that bone-eating humiliation again. Snow was found by the Lin family when she was sixteen. She was forever kind, innocent, and pure. Things I had to break my bones to get, she got without lifting a finger. I hated her. Why didn't she have to fall into the mud and taste the pain? 5 I am just such a vicious, bad woman. So I suffered enough in my past life. Perhaps, Snow really is as they described. She is "a girl like a deity," so I angered the gods. In this life, the only person who loved me has abandoned me too. I curled up on the sofa, staring at the divorce agreement on the coffee table. "Julian, are you coming back tonight?" This message had been lying in his phone for four whole hours without a reply. Julian had an indifferent personality; his friends often complained he was a block of ice. But in my past life, I never felt that way. I thought he was my puppy. He'd come running at my scent, always nuzzling me. If my hand was empty, he wanted to hold it. Forget not replying; if I said one sentence, he'd reply with ten. But now... A message popped up. I thought it was his and rushed to check. It wasn't. It was Snow. A paragraph of text, and a photo. "Sister, I didn't mean to seduce my brother-in-law." "I want to help you manage Father's company, so brother-in-law is just introducing me to some people." In the photo, the girl smiled beautifully, standing beside him. Like a perfect couple. 6 I called Julian a dozen times. He didn't answer. Later, he just blocked me. Actually, Julian understood social niceties the least. He was just an academic. In my past life, to snatch some market share of Dad's company from Snow... I asked him to help me win over those pharmaceutical company people. He did it without complaint. I never considered how he, a prestigious university professor, so noble and aloof, lowered himself to beg those people for favors. I only remember one incident from my past life. I secured a partnership and got drunk. I called him to pick me up. The private room was full of big shots. I leaned back on the sofa, watching the pale figure approaching me step by step. "Here boy, come here..." Calling him over like a dog. A highly respected medical professor, a man who never lowered his head. Being teased by me like this in public. I must have felt so smug back then. ...Everyone thought he would slam the door and leave. But what did Julian do? He walked up to me step by step. Then he squatted down naturally and held my ankle. Helping me put on my dangling high heel. He looked up, his brow bone like a gentle mural. "It's getting cold tonight. Don't catch a cold." "Lilith." 7 Lilith. He liked calling me that. But after rebirth, he never called me that again. ... I'm a light sleeper, so I woke up when he came home. I lay there, wondering what he would do seeing me defenseless. But nothing. He walked around me. He didn't even want to cover me with a blanket. I sat up and threw the divorce agreement at his back. The man paused slightly. The lines of his back were eye-catchingly beautiful. "Don't break it." "If I draft a new one, you won't get this much." In the pattering moonlight, I sat there watching him speak calmly. A dark cloud was hidden in his pupils, mixed with obscure coldness. "I won't sign." I stared at him dead on. He seemed to expect this, nodding. "Fine, then we go to court." "Julian, you're a bastard." I lunged to grab him, but he subdued me easily. Under the curved moonlight, he pinned me on the sofa. His hand choked my neck, not gentle at all. I bit the web of his thumb, but he seemed not to feel pain. But at a certain moment, he suddenly let go. A gentle touch grazed my cheek. "So you can cry too." He left this cold and ambiguous sentence. Leaving me alone in the living room, I pressed my eyes hard. As if that would stop the tears from spilling. "Don't leave me." A phrase I decided at ten years old... Never to say again.
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