Reborn: I Let My Wife Go, and She Came Back with Regret

On the way to finalize our divorce, a truck slammed into our car. Before I lost consciousness, I heard my wife, Aria, whisper, "If I could do it all over again, I would have said yes to Ross." "To live a life full of passion with him… that’s the life I truly wanted." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of our engagement party. Just like last time, Ross knelt before Aria, a ring clutched in his hand, and asked her to be with him. Without even a glance in my direction, Aria slipped the ring onto her finger, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Ross, I will!" I knew then that she had been reborn, too. So, I chose to let them go. She got her wish, living a life of freedom and passion with Ross. But later, she knelt before me, her voice choked with sobs, begging me to go back to the way things were. 1 Ross, stunned by this sudden turn of events, was momentarily speechless. After she confirmed it a second time, tears of ecstasy welled in his eyes. They clung to each other in a tight embrace, completely oblivious to the fact that the atmosphere in the grand hall had plunged to absolute zero. Every guest's gaze was fixed on me. I calmly removed my bow tie, tossed it aside, and watched their passionate display with cold indifference. Aria then dragged Ross onto the stage and took the microphone. "Today is my engagement party," she announced, her voice ringing with newfound conviction. "But standing up here, I've realized that the man I truly love is Ross. I've let him slip through my fingers too many times, and I refuse to make that mistake again. I want to spend the rest of my life with him!" In that room, filled with our family and friends, not a single person applauded their "love story." Aria turned to me, her voice now flat and detached. "I was confused before. If you want compensation, I can give you fifty thousand dollars. I hope you'll stay out of my life from now on." Her eyes, when they met mine, were filled with a chilling apathy—the result of the twenty years of marriage we had shared in our previous life. But when she looked at Ross, she was once again the passionate, vibrant girl from her twenties. We had dated for three years before deciding to get engaged. The moment I proposed, she had excitedly told everyone we knew. We were showered with blessings from all sides, with one exception: Ross. He was a junior from her university who had fallen for her at first sight. He engineered "coincidental" meetings on campus and, after graduation, found every excuse to remain in her orbit. Whenever he saw me, he'd flash a provocative smirk. "You're not married yet. I'm not giving up. I'll make her see that life has more than one path!" I never knew how to handle him, but Aria was always resolute. She would grip my hand tightly and reject him with cold finality. In our past life, to prove her commitment to me, she had rushed us into an engagement ceremony right after the proposal. But at that ceremony, Ross had appeared, dressed in a flamboyant suit, his eyes locked on her. "Aria, this is the last time I'll ever confess my feelings for you. If you reject me again, I will disappear from your world forever." In our last life, Aria had taken my hand and placed the ring on her own finger, silently rejecting him one final time. This time, however, she took Ross's hand and confessed her love for him to the entire world. Faced with the suffocatingly tense atmosphere, I simply stepped back and watched them steal my spotlight. When their emotional declarations were finally over, I spoke, my voice devoid of emotion. "I wish you both the best. Aria, I hope we never see each other again." 2 Aria froze, seemingly shocked that I had agreed so readily. Ross, on the other hand, let out a whoop of joy, peppering her with kisses before finally turning to me, his face alight with triumph. "Fred, I told you! I told you Aria would choose me!" I gave him a noncommittal nod and turned to leave. As I stepped down from the stage, I stumbled. A pair of delicate, fair hands steadied me. "Mr. Green," a soft voice said, "perhaps you should start noticing the other people in the room." I looked at the woman who had caught me—Vera Vance. A small smile touched my lips. I recognized her face from countless financial news segments in my past life. I just never expected she would be at my engagement party. "Noticing who?" I asked. Vera's smile deepened, her pupils reflecting only my image. She pressed a small slip of paper into my palm. "My number. Call me when you have a moment." I glanced at her before heading to the changing room. My parents and Aria's parents followed me in, their faces grim. Aria's parents forced apologetic smiles. "Fred, our daughter has been foolish. Now that things are like this, we can only do our best to compensate you. Whatever you need, just ask. We'll do anything to make it right." My mother scoffed. "As if we need your..." I quickly grabbed my mother's hand, cutting her off. Then, I turned to Aria's parents with a bright smile. "In that case, Auntie, how about you transfer the Northgate property to me?" The Northgate plot was currently worthless, but I knew that in a few years, its value would skyrocket. It was that very piece of land that had saved Aria’s family business from bankruptcy in our past life. They drafted the contract on the spot. I couldn't stop smiling. After they left, my mother slapped my arm. "A grown man, publicly humiliated like that, and you're grinning from ear to ear!" I held up the contract. "Shouldn't I be happy about this?" And I truly was. In my previous life, a series of disastrous decisions by Aria's family had dragged my own family's company, Green Enterprises, into ruin. Their company was only saved by the Northgate plot. To salvage my own business, I had poured every waking moment into work. Aria had thrown countless tantrums, complaining that our life was dull and tedious. She'd ask why I couldn't just drop everything to travel the world with her. That's when Ross had reappeared. He had become a famous travel influencer, his location tag hopping from one exotic country to the next. Aria would watch his videos, mesmerized. She started using "business trips" as an excuse, flying to Africa to watch the wildebeest migration with him. One was a free spirit; the other yearned for that same freedom. It was inevitable that they would be drawn to each other. Her "business trips" became more frequent. Sensing something was wrong, I booked a ticket for the same flight and discovered her betrayal. When I confronted them, the cold, dead look in her eyes stopped me in my tracks. She said that being with me was like being trapped in stagnant water, utterly devoid of life. Only with Ross did she feel truly alive. Eventually, she gave up all pretense. "Let's get a divorce. You can have three-quarters of the assets. You can have the kids. All I want is my freedom." "A person like you," she'd sneered, "all you care about is money and profit. You'll never understand the joy of a life without constraints." She said it with the same arrogant confidence she'd had at eighteen. All I could do was laugh. A life of passion and freedom sounded wonderful, but without a material foundation to support it, it was just a fleeting high, followed by an empty void. Once she had her fill of adventure, she would realize she had nothing to show for her life. For a long time after, I heard nothing from her. I'd only catch glimpses of her when Ross's videos popped up on my feed. It seemed she was truly living the life she wanted. It didn't bother me. I had my own life, and a partner who truly understood me. 3 I walked into the lobby of Veridian Global, holding a proposal for the Northgate project, ready to discuss a partnership. The elevator doors slid open, and I came face-to-face with Aria. "Fred?" Ross, standing behind her, looked up. They were both decked out in high-end ski gear—the kind manufactured by Veridian. I knew one of Veridian's subsidiaries was looking for influencers for a new campaign; I just hadn't realized it was them. I gave a curt nod in greeting and moved to step into the elevator. Aria blocked my path. "How did you know I was here?" "Fred, I just got back to the country, and you're already chasing me. Can you be any more pathetic?" Ross wrapped an arm around Aria, his eyes full of smug satisfaction. "Fred, you acted so tough when you walked away. Why are you stalking her now? Aria and I are doing great. We're happy. I hear things aren't going so well for you, though?" "I heard Green Enterprises took a nosedive?" He looked me up and down, his eyes dripping with contempt for a failure. "You're so pitiful, Fred. Your business is gone, you're getting old, you've never even seen the world, and now Aria doesn't want you. Tell you what, why don't you be our assistant? We could even pay you a little extra." I looked at them like they were a pair of idiots. Did all that traveling leave their brains on a baggage carousel somewhere? Green Enterprises had been restructured and renamed years ago. The old "Green" was just a small subsidiary I'd left for my younger brother to practice with. "No, thank you," I said flatly. "I'm doing just fine." I tried to move past them to the elevator panel, but Ross was relentless. He waved at the front desk. "Can just anyone walk into Veridian? Are you people at the front desk doing your job? Does this man even have an appointment?" The receptionist hurried over. "Mr. Green does have an appointment..." Before she could finish, Ross cut her off. "So what if he has an appointment? I was personally invited here by Ms. Vance herself. If you offend me, I'll have her fire you!" Aria chimed in with a smirk. "Exactly. And besides, this 'Mr. Green' isn't really here to see Ms. Vance. He's just trying to find a way to harass me. I'll handle him for her." She even pulled out an old photo of us from her phone and showed it to the receptionist, as if offering proof. "Fred, you really are desperate, aren't you? Making an appointment with the CEO just to get to me. It's pathetic." "Take this outside. Don't embarrass yourself at Veridian Global." The receptionist looked at me, her previously firm expression now wavering. "Mr. Green, perhaps it would be best if you left." I felt a knot of frustration tighten in my chest. How could these two be so self-absorbed, so convinced of their own distorted reality? I turned to the receptionist. "Please call the CEO's executive assistant and have them buzz the private elevator." She looked at me, her expression turning to one of pity. "Sir, you only have an appointment with Ms. Vance. Why would you need the CEO's private elevator?" "And besides," she added, "if you're really just here to see Ms. Lin, you don't need to bother the CEO at all." Ross rolled his eyes and snorted. "Give it up, Fred. Your family is practically broke. You dare to ask for the CEO's private elevator?" The commotion had attracted the attention of other clients waiting in the lobby. Their whispers were loud enough to hear. "Who does that guy think he is? Asking for the CEO's private elevator?" "Probably another social climber. I heard the CEO is engaged, but that doesn't stop these guys from trying." The audience seemed to fuel Ross and Aria's performance. Their voices grew louder. "Fred, I know we had a past," Aria said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "But can you please not make a scene here? Even if we have some connection with Ms. Vance, I can't just stand by and watch you cause trouble." "There's a coffee shop outside. We can talk there."

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