Married for five years, he only shared a bed with me, never his heart. It was a family marriage; I knew better than to hope for more, thinking it was enough. Until our anniversary night. I defied his rule for the first time and secretly took off the blindfold. That’s when I accidentally saw the name tattooed on his waist. It hit me then. Jasper wasn’t incapable of love; he simply kept it hidden, saving it for my sister. We had a furious argument, wishing each other dead. Unbelievably, it all came true when we had a car accident, driving off a cliff. Before dying, Jasper looked at me, his face bloodied, and begged: “Daphne, if there’s a next life, let’s not be husband and wife, okay?” I looked at him with a bitter smile, like someone who’d lost their mind. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Jasper kneeling on the ground: “Uncle, Aunt, I can’t marry Daphne. I love Iris.” I was stunned. But quickly relieved, as I didn’t want to choose him this time either. After being reborn, I chose to marry Asher. In the past life, Asher died at thirty, and his mother fainted from crying, while his father aged overnight. Everyone mourned his passing. He was remarkable, becoming the head of the family at a young age. Beneath his frail body was a steadfast heart. Before he died, I intended to see him one last time. But I heard him say, “I like Daphne.” “What I’ve done, she doesn’t need to know. I just want her to be well.” He said not all love needs to be spoken, not all love requires reciprocation. For many years, no one knew except his assistant. His love was kept so deep that I never noticed until his last moment, filled with regret. Today, I’ve returned from rebirth. This time, I choose to marry Asher, even if it’s just for that “like” from the past life. I want to help him, at least not let him die with regrets again. But Asher’s mother was a bit hesitant, “Are you sure you want to marry Asher?” I calmly exchanged wedding documents with her, confirming Asher’s name on them, and smiled slightly, “Yes, Aunt.” Asher’s mother tried to persuade me again: “They say Asher won’t live past thirty, you…” “Daphne, even if Jasper disagrees with the marriage, you don’t have to choose a husband from the Adams Family.” After a while, I smiled, raised my hand, and gently patted her hand. Reassuring her, “Aunt, Asher will live a long and full life.”
In the past life, I especially liked Jasper. We were childhood friends, and when my feelings awakened, no other boy could compare. I thought he felt the same way, but it was always one-sided. Every time in bed, Jasper would hand me a blindfold or tie to cover my eyes, saying: “Daphne, your eyes are too beautiful. I’m afraid I’d lose control and hurt you.” Every time, I’d blush at the ears. Until the fifth-anniversary night. I secretly took off the blindfold for the first time, only to accidentally discover the name tattooed on his waist. Shame and betrayal swept over me simultaneously. At that moment, I felt like I’d fallen into an icy abyss. I went mad, smashing everything in the bedroom, grabbing an ashtray and throwing it at Jasper. I hurled insults, wishing him dead. Cursed him to the lowest depths of hell. But if I could do it over, I wouldn’t do anything, just distance myself from him.
Asher and my engagement party is set for next month. Asher’s mother said the Adams Family would handle these matters, and I just needed to wait calmly. She gave me the chance to back out anytime. I replied with a helpless smile, “That’s not fair to Asher.” He’s just sick. I sent a message to the research institute’s assistant, asking them to prepare the experimental equipment. In the last life, after Asher had a heart transplant, I locked myself in the lab for some time to research antibiotics. Later, the medicine was ready for production, but he had already passed away from an infection. I hope it’s not too late this time. Suddenly, Jasper sent me a message: “Come to the Night Owl Club, I have something to discuss with you.” I refused outright. The first thing Jasper did after being reborn was to cancel the marriage with me and confess to my stepsister, Iris. To make Iris happy, he set off fireworks all night long. Their relationship topped the trending topics, and everyone said they were a perfect match. Paparazzi even caught a video of them walking on the beach. Iris seemed tired, and playfully asked Jasper to carry her. I thought he’d refuse. But he didn’t. He smiled indulgently, kneeled down, gently rubbed her ankle, and then carried her, his actions smooth and tender. A commenter online said: “Jasper is truly in love with Iris.” He’s been by Iris’s side, diligently pleasing her, treating her like a princess. He’s trying to make up for past regrets, wanting a new life. I don’t object, as long as it doesn’t involve me. But I ended up going to the Night Owl Club, though not because of Jasper. I wanted to see Asher, and his assistant called me back: “Ms. Daphne, Mr. Asher is doing business at Night Owl. If it’s urgent, you can come directly.” I frowned instinctively, teasing, “Drinking while sick? Afraid of not dying fast enough?” The assistant quickly muted the mic. After a moment of silence, all I heard was a light cough. Finally, the assistant hurriedly gave me a room number and hung up.
Surprisingly, Jasper seemed sure I’d come and had people watching for me since early morning. The moment I showed up, two bodyguards at the entrance forcibly took me to Jasper’s room. After opening the door, they pressed hard on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel. The cold from the floor seeped into my knees. The humiliation washed over me again. I clenched my fists and glared at the man in front of me: “Jasper, are you out of your mind?” The room was dimly lit. Jasper bit a cigarette from its pack, lit it, took a drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “I don’t want this either.” “You didn’t cooperate with me. You refuse to cancel the engagement, so don’t blame me for being dirty.” My mind went blank instantly. Our wedding was already called off. Does he still not know? I instinctively struggled, trying to explain. Jasper had already approached me with a glass of wine, gripping my chin, “Daphne, don’t blame me.” “I just want to live the life I want. As long as you’re tainted, they won’t force me to marry you.” I stared at Jasper, eyes filled with endless sorrow. My heart ached sharply. Childhood friendship, five years of marriage, truly worthless as dirt. “So you want to drug me and send me to someone’s bed?” For a moment, Jasper seemed stunned, his lips tightly pressed, his hand pausing for just two seconds. But he still forced the wine into my mouth. “The Adams Family has been busy with our engagement party these past two days. I can’t wait any longer.” “I found a well-matched young man for you. He’ll take responsibility and marry you.” “Jasper, you’re crazy, really crazy…” I struggled desperately against his control, but there were two bodyguards behind me. Their strength was too great; resistance was futile. The wine rushed down my throat. The intense sensation made me cough uncontrollably. My face flushed red, and spilled wine dripped from my chin, soaking my shirt. Clinging to my skin. “Daphne, be good.” His voice was gentle, reaching out to wipe the wine from my lips. By then, the bodyguards had let me go. I gasped for breath, still a bit disheveled. Hands weakly propping on the floor, my eyes brimmed with tears of physiological reaction. My lips curled in self-mockery: “Jasper, I’m not marrying you, nor will I ever.” He laughed disdainfully at that: “Really? Daphne, I know you too well.” “I know how much you like me, so I had no choice.” He was so confident, so sure. Suddenly, Iris appeared at the room’s entrance, clutching her dress hem, her gaze fixed on me. Her voice trembled, “Sister, Jasper, you two…” Jasper’s body froze, the smile stiffening on his lips. “Iris, why are you here…?” “Who brought you here? It’s dirty here; you shouldn’t be here.” He approached Iris in a panic, his voice gentle, his movements tender and obedient. At this moment, he was like a devout believer, his eyes full of genuine love. A sight I’d never seen before. Indeed, love and lovelessness are truly distinct. I stared at Jasper for a long time, an unspeakable bitterness welling up. People are strange. In the past life, after marrying Jasper, Iris went abroad and never returned. He’s always regretting the past, but if he wanted to marry her back then, who could have stopped him? If he truly loved her so much, a plane ticket to America. Just over two thousand dollars. But did Jasper ever visit Iris? No. Sometimes I don’t know whether to be grateful he was faithful to me in the past life, or grateful he was cowardly. Jasper coaxed Iris to go home. She pursed her lips without saying much, looking at me with unclear emotions. In the end, I was left alone. The effects of the drug came quickly. The two bodyguards stood at the door as Jasper instructed, waiting for the well-matched young man he’d arranged. He constantly regrets the past now, but if he had wanted to marry back then, who could have stopped him?
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