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Story: Reborn To Let Go
“Just fill in your name and give it to me.”
Silas Carrington impatiently taps the table. I stared at the marriage application, my fingertips gently rubbing the rough edges of the paper as my thoughts wandered.
In my previous life, I solemnly entered my own name as if it were a sacred decree, then excitedly dragged Silas to buy our wedding supplies.
All I got was a harsh reprimand from him because he was rushing back to take care of Juliette Ainsley during her period.
Now I simply replied dismissively, “I got it.”
I looked up at his anxious expression and the hand that was constantly checking his watch. He wore a white shirt today, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.
I remembered Juliette’s favourite look on him. She said it made him appear clean and fresh.
“If you have something urgent to handle, go ahead,” I said, suppressing the bitterness that was rising in my heart while pretending to be unconcerned.
“I’ll submit it myself after filling it out.”
He was visibly relieved, and his tone softened slightly. “Don’t worry, because we’re getting married, I’ll be responsible for you.
“But stop being jealous of Juliette from now on-if others find out, it’ll damage her reputation.”
I stayed silent.
I had explained myself numerous times in my previous life, but in his eyes, I was simply a jealous and petty sister who couldn’t stand her gentle and kind younger sister.
He didn’t say anything else and turned to leave. I took a deep breath to try to calm my erratic heartbeat, but my mind couldn’t stop replaying scenes from my past life.
He disappeared on our wedding night, claiming to be caring for my sick sister.
Later, when his military posting required relocation, he only brought Juliette along, claiming she had never been to the capital before.
Even on the day our son was born, Silas was unavailable because he was busy comforting Juliette during her divorce. Until my deathbed, our son, Soren Carrington, would earnestly plead, “Mom, just divorce Dad.” You are completely inferior to Aunt Juliette. Dad has suffered from being with you all these years, so let him go.”
I lay in the hospital bed, staring at my uninterested husband beside me. He said nothing, and the deathly silence confirmed his agreement with my thoughts.
I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, then slowly released it. I would not make the same mistakes again in this lifetime.
I took up the pen and slowly wrote two words in the applicant column: Juliette Ainsley.
Because Silas adored Juliette, he should have his way.
I handed the clerk the completed application, took the marriage certificate, and left the city clerk’s office with an indescribable sense of liberation, rather than sadness.
In my previous life, Juliette and I were adopted by the Carrington family after our parents died in the line of duty. Juliette had a silver tongue and knew exactly how to charm people, and she won over Silas’ parents so completely that they treated her better than their own daughter.
Evelyn Prescott, Silas’ mother, had early hopes of having Juliette marry Silas.
However, with just one simple statement from Juliette: “I don’t want to compete with my sister,” she was able to convince Silas to choose me instead.
In reality, Juliette was simply stringing Silas along; after all, Silas was only a captain at the time, and she preferred to wait for someone better.
I went to the school to enquire about everything required for university enrolment, including living expenses, before returning home with peace of mind.
When I returned to Silas’ military housing, I was greeted by Juliette’s charming voice.
Silas Carrington impatiently taps the table. I stared at the marriage application, my fingertips gently rubbing the rough edges of the paper as my thoughts wandered.
In my previous life, I solemnly entered my own name as if it were a sacred decree, then excitedly dragged Silas to buy our wedding supplies.
All I got was a harsh reprimand from him because he was rushing back to take care of Juliette Ainsley during her period.
Now I simply replied dismissively, “I got it.”
I looked up at his anxious expression and the hand that was constantly checking his watch. He wore a white shirt today, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.
I remembered Juliette’s favourite look on him. She said it made him appear clean and fresh.
“If you have something urgent to handle, go ahead,” I said, suppressing the bitterness that was rising in my heart while pretending to be unconcerned.
“I’ll submit it myself after filling it out.”
He was visibly relieved, and his tone softened slightly. “Don’t worry, because we’re getting married, I’ll be responsible for you.
“But stop being jealous of Juliette from now on-if others find out, it’ll damage her reputation.”
I stayed silent.
I had explained myself numerous times in my previous life, but in his eyes, I was simply a jealous and petty sister who couldn’t stand her gentle and kind younger sister.
He didn’t say anything else and turned to leave. I took a deep breath to try to calm my erratic heartbeat, but my mind couldn’t stop replaying scenes from my past life.
He disappeared on our wedding night, claiming to be caring for my sick sister.
Later, when his military posting required relocation, he only brought Juliette along, claiming she had never been to the capital before.
Even on the day our son was born, Silas was unavailable because he was busy comforting Juliette during her divorce. Until my deathbed, our son, Soren Carrington, would earnestly plead, “Mom, just divorce Dad.” You are completely inferior to Aunt Juliette. Dad has suffered from being with you all these years, so let him go.”
I lay in the hospital bed, staring at my uninterested husband beside me. He said nothing, and the deathly silence confirmed his agreement with my thoughts.
I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, then slowly released it. I would not make the same mistakes again in this lifetime.
I took up the pen and slowly wrote two words in the applicant column: Juliette Ainsley.
Because Silas adored Juliette, he should have his way.
I handed the clerk the completed application, took the marriage certificate, and left the city clerk’s office with an indescribable sense of liberation, rather than sadness.
In my previous life, Juliette and I were adopted by the Carrington family after our parents died in the line of duty. Juliette had a silver tongue and knew exactly how to charm people, and she won over Silas’ parents so completely that they treated her better than their own daughter.
Evelyn Prescott, Silas’ mother, had early hopes of having Juliette marry Silas.
However, with just one simple statement from Juliette: “I don’t want to compete with my sister,” she was able to convince Silas to choose me instead.
In reality, Juliette was simply stringing Silas along; after all, Silas was only a captain at the time, and she preferred to wait for someone better.
I went to the school to enquire about everything required for university enrolment, including living expenses, before returning home with peace of mind.
When I returned to Silas’ military housing, I was greeted by Juliette’s charming voice.