My husband’s kept woman was in a car accident and desperately needed a liver transplant. The only match? My own mother. The day Declan Hayes forced my mother onto the operating table, I knelt, sobbing uncontrollably, my forehead bleeding from hitting the ground, begging him. But he had me locked away in solitary confinement. Three days later, the surgery was a success. Declan stood before me, impeccably dressed in a suit, his eyes as cold as if I were a stranger. “The surgery went well. I’ve arranged for someone to look after your mother.” “I’ll be at the hospital with Serena these next few days. I won’t be coming home.” I gazed at the man who once would have gone through hell and high water for me, all my tears dried up. Before he turned away, I finally managed to ask, my voice raspy, “Declan, you used to love me so much. Why did you suddenly stop?” He paused, his back still to me. “We’re just in a marriage of convenience. When did I ever love you?” The moment the door clicked shut, I slid down the wall to the floor, my tears gushing uncontrollably. Never loved me? How could he have never loved me? In my previous life, he had loved me to death. That’s right, I’d been reborn. In my last life, the Davies and Hayes families had an arranged marriage, and I married Declan Hayes. Back then, he adored me, indulging my every whim. If I wanted the stars, he wouldn’t just offer the moon. If I casually mentioned I liked a million-dollar piece of jewelry, it would appear on my vanity the very next day. When I was sick, he’d stay awake all night, sitting by my bedside… But I detested him. Because the man I loved was my childhood sweetheart, Julian Vance. Forced by my parents to marry Declan, I resisted the marriage to an extreme. I refused to share a bed with him, wouldn’t accompany him to banquets, and even frequented clubs, seeking out male models, deliberately trying to embarrass him. Finally, manipulated by Julian, I eloped with him. But I never expected… Julian didn’t love me at all. His elaborate efforts to win my heart were only because the Vance family had a long-standing feud with the Hayes family. He’d long seen that Declan secretly loved me and concocted a plan to control Declan using me. He kidnapped me, threatening Declan with my life. “Declan Hayes, send me one of your fingers every day, or I’ll kill her.” Declan said nothing, but every day he cut off a finger and sent it to Julian. On the tenth day, when the last bloody finger, still bearing his wedding ring, arrived, I broke. Unwilling to let Declan continue his foolish sacrifice, I took my own life, biting through my tongue. After I died, my soul floated in the air. I watched as Declan, usually so dignified and composed, went mad upon seeing my lifeless body. He rushed to avenge me, personally breaking every single one of Julian Vance’s bones. Listening to Julian’s screams, Declan’s eyes held only a dead emptiness. Finally, he abandoned his billions in fortune, abandoned the entire Hayes Corporation, and perished in a blaze, clutching my corpse. Amidst the raging flames, he reverently and passionately kissed my lips, whispering, “Clara, if there’s a next life… would you just love me once?” As the fire consumed him, I floated in the air, crying my heart out. In that moment, I finally glimpsed the full depth of his devotion. I opened my eyes again and found myself reborn, in the first year of my marriage to Declan. I was overjoyed, tears streaming down my face. This time, I swore I would truly love Declan. So, I deleted all of Julian Vance’s contact information, made breakfast for Declan every day, waited up for him until late at night, my entire world revolving around him. But he had changed. He was no longer gentle with me, no longer came home every day. He was distant and cold, and he even had a kept woman on the side. Now, he was even forcibly putting my mother on the operating table to save that woman’s life. After Declan left, I slumped onto the cold floor, my tears completely spent. Fine! If he no longer loved me in this life, then I would let go and set him free completely. I stumbled to my feet, dragging my exhausted body to the hospital. When I pushed open the door, my mother was still in a deep sleep, her face terrifyingly pale. Her breathing beneath the oxygen mask was faint but even. I stood by the bed, looking at her frail body, wrapped in a patient gown, my throat feeling as if something was lodged there. “Clara.” I spun around abruptly, seeing my father, Mr. Davies, standing at the doorway, looking disheveled. His suit jacket was crumpled, his tie askew, clearly having rushed back from abroad. “Dad…” My voice choked. My knees buckled, and I sank to the floor. “I’m so sorry… it’s all because of me…” Mr. Davies rushed over, pulling me up immediately. “Nonsense! The floor’s so cold, why are you kneeling?!” His hands were rough and warm, but trembling slightly. “It’s not your fault. How could this be your fault?” I lowered my head, tears splashing onto the floor. Mr. Davies sighed, gently patting my back. “Declan was the one who actively proposed, saying he’d secretly loved you for years…” His voice was filled with confusion. “How did things suddenly turn out like this?” Yes, everyone knew he loved me. But in this life, why had he suddenly changed? “Dad,” I took a deep breath. “I’ve made up my mind. I want a divorce from Declan.” “Our family business is gradually shifting abroad anyway. If that’s the case… let’s all leave this place.” Mr. Davies fell silent. His gaze shifted between me and my mother on the hospital bed. After a long moment, he finally spoke. “Do you truly no longer love him?” My nails dug deep into my palms, blood seeping from between my fingers, yet I felt no pain. “The way he treated Mom…” My voice was as light as a falling leaf, trembling and breaking in the air. “How can I… continue to love him?” Mr. Davies was silent for another moment, then let out a heavy sigh, as if making a difficult decision. “If that’s what you want, we’ll leave.” He patted my shoulder. “Go and handle the paperwork. I’ll take care of things here.” My eyes red, I nodded and turned to leave the hospital room. The immigration procedures went smoothly. As I walked out the main doors, the sunlight stung my eyes. I stood by the roadside, a sense of unreality washing over me. It was finally coming to an end. Just then, I heard the screech of tires. “Look out—!” Before I could even turn around, a massive impact sent me flying. I woke up to a sharp, searing pain. The moment I opened my eyes, Declan’s stern face was inches from mine. He looked down at me, his disgust unconcealed. “Clara, are you doing this on purpose?” “You saw Serena get into a car accident, and now you’re copying her?” He sneered, his voice as if it were laced with ice. “Let me tell you, we’re just in a marriage of convenience. We have no feelings for each other. No matter how much you try to imitate her, it’s futile. I don’t have time to look after you.” I opened my mouth, about to explain, when the hospital room door suddenly burst open. “Mr. Hayes, the porridge you requested.” His assistant respectfully handed him a takeout container. Declan took it casually, lifted the lid, and his brow instantly furrowed. “Why is it seafood porridge?” His voice carried obvious displeasure. “I’m allergic to seafood. Go buy another one.” That sentence was like a thunderbolt, striking me right in the brain. Seafood allergy… In my previous life, it was in their second year of marriage that I accidentally ate seafood and almost went into shock, and that was how he found out. But now… They had only been married for one year. I recalled his strange behavior recently— His sudden aloofness, his inexplicable favoritism towards Serena, and that cold statement, “When did I ever love you?”… A preposterous thought suddenly surged, and I trembled all over. “Declan Hayes…” My voice was barely a whisper. “Are you… also reborn?” Declan frowned. “Reborn? What are you talking about?” I stared into his eyes. “Then how do you know I’m allergic to seafood?” “Your parents came to see me a while ago,” he said, his expression completely normal, not even a flutter of his eyelashes. “They asked me to treat you better. They also gave me a notebook with your preferences and dietary restrictions. I glanced through it before I threw it out.” His explanation was watertight, and it stung my heart. Was I overthinking it? The nurse suddenly pushed the door open. “Mr. Hayes, Miss Serena is awake and looking for you.” Hearing this, Declan left without a backward glance, not even sparing me a look.
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