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Story: Reborn To Let Go
“Silas, you rushed back to keep me company rather than staying with my sister. Will she not be angry?”
“I can spend time with her at any time, but you are always in pain when you have your period. I’m worried about leaving you alone at home.”
Juliette laughed happily, then put on a dejected face: “Silas, will you still treat me well after marrying my sister?””
“Of course.” Silas’ tone was firm. “Who else would I treat well? If your sister mistreats you, I will divorce her.”
Even with a second chance at life, hearing my own husband speak so coldly about me hurt. I clenched my fists tightly to suppress the heartache that welled up inside.
I collected myself and walked into the house as if nothing had happened, while Silas emerged from Juliette’s room with a hint of embarrassment.
“I-I’m just checking on Juliette because she wasn’t feeling well.”
I hummed indifferently and turned to go to my room; in my previous life, I had fought with him numerous times over their inappropriate intimacy, but in this life, I refused to waste my time and energy.
He approached me and said, “Elara, how about we buy some wedding favours and distribute them to the other military wives in the housing complex?”
I looked at him, surprised, and realised he was probably trying to compensate for my unusual silence. “No need. There is no point in such formalities.
He was taken aback, probably finding it difficult to believe I would refuse such a proposal.
“Elara, are you angry because Silas took care of me?” Juliette emerged from her room, her face filled with grief and innocence.
She was wearing the dress I had specifically purchased for our wedding photos–something I had previously saved up for for half a year but had never dared to wear even once.
Juliette, noticing my gaze, frantically explained, “I saw this beautiful outfit by your bedside today and wanted to try it on. “I forgot to change out of it.”
She lowered her head and wrung her fingers, like a child who had done something wrong.
Silas immediately began, “Elara, don’t—”
I calmly interrupted him, “It looks great on you.” Keep it. I’ve never worn it, anyway.”
I still remembered the faint odour of blood and sweat on that dress, and how I ran home crying in the middle of the night, which disgusted me now.
Under their stunned gazes, I returned to my room, locked the door, and took out the folder containing my acceptance letter from Eastmoor University.
In my previous life, I wanted to live in Eastmoor, particularly at Eastmoor University, which offered my dream major in finance and economy.
In my previous life, I gave up my education to support Silas and willingly stayed at home to care for his parents; this time, I had a chance, so I wanted to live solely for myself.
I flipped through the calendar, and there were only ten more days until I could leave this place. Time was limited, but I needed to make the most of every moment.
A sudden knock interrupted my thoughts, and I pushed open the door impatiently.
Silas stood there holding a bowl of noodles, saying softly, “You must be hungry.” “I made you some instant noodles.”
I was dazed for a moment; in my previous life, he was either cold as ice or only spoke harshly to me.
I hadn’t seen Silas act this tender and affectionate in a long time.
“There’s no need. I’ve already eaten outside.
“How is that possible?” Are you always hesitant to spend money?”
His words hurt because I used to be hesitant to spend money, living frugally and spending the majority of my part-time earnings to buy him things.
“I can spend time with her at any time, but you are always in pain when you have your period. I’m worried about leaving you alone at home.”
Juliette laughed happily, then put on a dejected face: “Silas, will you still treat me well after marrying my sister?””
“Of course.” Silas’ tone was firm. “Who else would I treat well? If your sister mistreats you, I will divorce her.”
Even with a second chance at life, hearing my own husband speak so coldly about me hurt. I clenched my fists tightly to suppress the heartache that welled up inside.
I collected myself and walked into the house as if nothing had happened, while Silas emerged from Juliette’s room with a hint of embarrassment.
“I-I’m just checking on Juliette because she wasn’t feeling well.”
I hummed indifferently and turned to go to my room; in my previous life, I had fought with him numerous times over their inappropriate intimacy, but in this life, I refused to waste my time and energy.
He approached me and said, “Elara, how about we buy some wedding favours and distribute them to the other military wives in the housing complex?”
I looked at him, surprised, and realised he was probably trying to compensate for my unusual silence. “No need. There is no point in such formalities.
He was taken aback, probably finding it difficult to believe I would refuse such a proposal.
“Elara, are you angry because Silas took care of me?” Juliette emerged from her room, her face filled with grief and innocence.
She was wearing the dress I had specifically purchased for our wedding photos–something I had previously saved up for for half a year but had never dared to wear even once.
Juliette, noticing my gaze, frantically explained, “I saw this beautiful outfit by your bedside today and wanted to try it on. “I forgot to change out of it.”
She lowered her head and wrung her fingers, like a child who had done something wrong.
Silas immediately began, “Elara, don’t—”
I calmly interrupted him, “It looks great on you.” Keep it. I’ve never worn it, anyway.”
I still remembered the faint odour of blood and sweat on that dress, and how I ran home crying in the middle of the night, which disgusted me now.
Under their stunned gazes, I returned to my room, locked the door, and took out the folder containing my acceptance letter from Eastmoor University.
In my previous life, I wanted to live in Eastmoor, particularly at Eastmoor University, which offered my dream major in finance and economy.
In my previous life, I gave up my education to support Silas and willingly stayed at home to care for his parents; this time, I had a chance, so I wanted to live solely for myself.
I flipped through the calendar, and there were only ten more days until I could leave this place. Time was limited, but I needed to make the most of every moment.
A sudden knock interrupted my thoughts, and I pushed open the door impatiently.
Silas stood there holding a bowl of noodles, saying softly, “You must be hungry.” “I made you some instant noodles.”
I was dazed for a moment; in my previous life, he was either cold as ice or only spoke harshly to me.
I hadn’t seen Silas act this tender and affectionate in a long time.
“There’s no need. I’ve already eaten outside.
“How is that possible?” Are you always hesitant to spend money?”
His words hurt because I used to be hesitant to spend money, living frugally and spending the majority of my part-time earnings to buy him things.