Chapter 1

The night I slept with drunk Mabel, I had just broken up with my ex-girlfriend.

Out of responsibility, I married her.

Our marriage was peaceful and stable.

I once thought this would last forever.

Until my ex-girlfriend passed away from illness.

When I went to pay my respects, I learned that she had left back then because she discovered what happened between us that night, and her heart had completely died.

And my secret diary was discovered by him at exactly that moment.

He was convinced I had deliberately sabotaged their relationship, and he hated me to the bone.

He divorced me, made me leave with nothing, and suppressed me at every turn.

On the verge of death, all I heard was his cold voice:

"Your love truly disgusts me."

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to the day he broke up with his ex-girlfriend.

I grabbed my jacket and rushed out of my room, knocking on his ex-girlfriend's door.

Seeing me, Lily froze for a moment.

Her eyes were red and swollen—she'd clearly just been crying. "Mabel? How did you..."

"Lily." I tried to keep my voice calm. "Can I come in and talk?"

The living room was a mess, with a half-eaten cake on the table.

I smiled and got straight to the point:

"I'm here to apologize on behalf of Mason. He forgot your birthday—that's his fault."

Lily pressed her lips together without speaking.

"It's not that he doesn't love you. He's never been good at expressing himself since childhood. You mentioned breaking up, and now he's at a bar drinking alone."

I paused. "Lily, go find him."

In my previous life, after he married me, every year on Lily's birthday he would drink alone at a bar.

He had never let her go.

Lily looked at me, then suddenly smiled, though her tears flowed even harder.

"With Mason's cold personality, how did he end up with such a thoughtful sister like you?"

"I'll go right now."

"Thank you, Mabel."

After telling Lily which bar Mason was at, she changed clothes and left.

I watched her figure disappear, letting out a long breath.

In this life, that night would never happen.

Back home, I dug out the diary hidden deep in my closet.

When I was ten years old and wandering the streets, eighteen-year-old Mason found me.

He was cold to outsiders, but gentle with me.

When I first awakened to love, I knew—I had fallen for him.

But this was a crush I could never voice.

I took it out and tore it apart, page by page.

The torn pieces fell into the toilet, and I flushed them away with my own hands.

About two hours later, the door opened.

Lily helped the drunk Mason inside.

Mason held her tightly, mumbling:

"Lily... don't break up... I was wrong... I was really wrong..."

Lily looked helpless, agreeing repeatedly: "Okay, okay, we won't break up."

Seeing me, she breathed a sigh of relief:

"Mabel, could you heat up some milk? I'll help him to his room first."

"Sure."

Lily helped him into the bedroom.

I stood in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil, listening to the sounds coming from the bedroom.

He was acting cute, she was laughing.

When Mason first introduced me to Lily in my previous life, I knew immediately—they were perfect for each other.

Lily was bright and generous, from a good family, well-mannered, and treated me, his sister, very well.

She was a good person.

If not for me, she wouldn't have died, and they would have been happy.

In this life, I would make amends.