Chapter 1

The day Caleb and I got married, his first love overdosed on 108 sleeping pills and ended her life.

In her dead hand, she clutched a photo of herself and Caleb, leaving behind only one sentence:

“May I be your wife in the next life.”

When Caleb heard the news of his ex’s suicide, he said nothing. Instead, he smiled and went through with our wedding.

But on our wedding night,

He took his own life, a sacrifice to join his first love.

The media fell over themselves, sensationalizing their great love story, a romance so profound it transcended death. They smeared my name, painting me as the wicked homewrecker who tore apart their epic love.

Reborn into this life, both Caleb and I returned.

This time, he chose his first love. I chose Oxford…

On our wedding day, Caleb leaped from the top floor of the hotel.

Behind him, a cascade of fluttering papers declared his boundless love for Tiffany.

When a lover's suicide for love was no longer just an ancient legend, the media easily traced everything back to its source: me.

They shoved microphones in my face, aimed cameras at me, and condemned me as the vicious bitch who broke up Caleb and Tiffany.

“It’s this whore! She slept her way into his bed, broke up true love! Let the whole world see her despicable face!”

“Maliciously destroying someone else’s relationship, may you die a terrible death!”

“Bitches who ruin relationships deserve to burn in hell!”

I stared blankly at the scene unfolding before me, letting the rotten eggs and vegetables pelt my body.

I wanted to explain. I didn't sleep my way into anything. I didn't break them up.

I was drugged and sent to Caleb's bed. It was after Tiffany had married someone else that Caleb proposed to me…

But no one gave me a chance to speak.

I was cornered on the rooftop. My father, always so proud, knelt on the ground, begging the media to let me go. His pleas only enraged them further.

In the ensuing chaos, my foot slipped.

Along with the baby in my belly, I fell from the 101st floor, hitting the ground in a mangled mess.

My regret and anguish were so intense, I couldn't even close my eyes in death.

Then, the pain completely vanished. Laughter echoed in my ears.

I looked up and found myself sitting in a high school classroom.

Tiffany was holding a love letter, confessing to Asher. Her overly dramatic declaration made the whole class erupt in laughter.

My ex-husband, Caleb, was glaring at me with malice.

“Aubrey, you are absolutely relentless, aren't you?!”

“This time, if you dare to mess with Tiffany, I won't hesitate to ruin you all over again.”

Seeing the dark, chilling malice in his eyes, far too old for a teenager, I dared to guess.

It wasn't just me. Caleb had also been reborn into our senior year of high school.

My eyes welled up with tears as I looked at the graduation countdown on the blackboard. Thank goodness, I had a chance to do it over again.

I chuckled, pretending not to understand.

“What 'this time' or 'next time'? Anyway, I wish you and Tiffany all the happiness in the world!”

On the other side of the room, just like in my previous life, Asher rejected Tiffany.

Tiffany stood there, mortified, stubbornly holding back tears. She looked so pitiful.

“But during our last Truth or Dare game, you clearly said you liked Tiffany from our class. Wasn’t that…”

Unlike the last life where he’d cited focusing on studies, this time, Asher put down his pen, smiling as he interrupted her.

“But the Aubrey I was talking about was *you*.”

The classroom instantly buzzed with excitement. After all, my crush on Caleb was an open secret.

Now that Asher was involved, everyone waited for my reaction.

It was from this day in my previous life that Caleb, who had always ignored me, suddenly became attentive.

I thought it was because Tiffany had someone else in her heart, and he had given up.

That was, until I saw the diary pages scattered when he jumped.

“I know Asher’s secret. If you truly love him that much, I will stop at nothing to bring him to your side.”

The "secret" he was referring to must have been that Asher liked me.

So, to help Tiffany get Asher, Caleb had agreed to be with me.

Just as he'd wanted, by graduation, I became his girlfriend.

And Tiffany, she and Asher had made plans to meet at Oxford. But in the end, Asher, unable to bear Tiffany’s constant harassment, dropped out and left the country.

Asher and I were both pawns in his twisted game to prove his 'devotion'.

This time, I was taking Asher with me, far away from that toxic jerk and his malicious accomplice.