I, Delilah Garrett, and my husband Nathan Simmons encountered mechanical failure during our flight and were forced to make an emergency landing. When I opened my eyes again, we had somehow returned to the time before we ever met. In my previous life, we were married for ten years, yet he consistently refused to share a bed with me, and in later years, he wouldn’t even come home. I later discovered that he had long been living with his first love, Riley Morris, building a family with her—they even had grandchildren. After my rebirth, I decided to completely sever ties with him and choose an entirely different life. Seven years later, he became a financial mogul and married Riley. Yet I was invited to sit in the audience, applauding for him. When he saw me, he couldn’t help but mock: “What’s wrong? Can’t find anyone else who wants you besides me? Why don’t you beg me—I might reluctantly keep you as my mistress.” I scoffed, linking my arm through his uncle Marshal Simmons’ arm and showing him the large diamond ring on my finger. His face instantly turned ashen, his eyes bloodshot. “Didn’t you say I was the love of your life, that you only wanted to be with me?” ***** Actually, I never expected that my reunion with Nathan would be at his wedding. When my assistant hurriedly pulled me from my studio, I remembered this event, hastily got ready, and rushed to the venue. Their ceremony was nearly over when I arrived. I sat in a corner, applauding for them, genuinely wishing them happiness as they finally became husband and wife. After the ceremony, Nathan held Riley’s hand as they stood at the center of the reception, accepting everyone’s congratulations. “Nathan, you’re incredible! In just a few years, you’ve become CEO of the family’s subsidiary, and now you’ve married the mayor’s daughter—success in both career and love!” “Exactly! Now so many people want your help, they can’t even get a meeting with you!” “Nathan, for old times’ sake as classmates, help us make some money!” Suddenly, someone in the crowd spoke up: “By the way, you really didn’t invite Delilah?” Hearing my name, Nathan’s expression stiffened, and the atmosphere immediately became awkward. The others didn’t dare speak, only the questioner remained oblivious. “You two were the top talents in the art department back then, your romance was known throughout the school. Every time we saw your artwork, it was like witnessing your love story. “Now…” Seeing Nathan’s increasingly dark expression, Riley quickly interrupted with a smile: “We’ve moved past all that, and Nathan doesn’t paint anymore anyway.” The atmosphere relaxed somewhat, and the topic of me was tactfully dropped. I knew he was right—we did indeed use our artwork to display our love for everyone to see. In my previous life, we studied under the same professor. The day we transformed from rivals to lovers, his eyes sparkled as he told me: “I don’t like anyone but you.” I believed him until the very end of my life, only to discover he had been lying from the very beginning. Lost in thought, I sensed someone’s gaze on me. “Look, isn’t that person Delilah?” “She’s dressed so plainly—couldn’t she have worn something more formal?” “She probably can’t afford it. It’s sad that she’s not doing well and doesn’t ask us for help. Should we introduce her to someone? But how did she even get in here?” Several people approached, looking me up and down with mockery in their eyes. I ignored them, simply wiping away traces of dessert from the corner of my mouth, remaining composed. Nathan’s gaze stayed fixed on me, his lips pressed tightly together. I smiled and greeted them: “Hello, congratulations to you both.” He spoke coolly: “I never expected that after all this time, you haven’t changed a bit—still so sloppy. Don’t tell me you’re still painting those worthless scraps of paper.” Riley stared at me coldly, then linked her arm through Nathan’s. “Nathan, don’t say that. Delilah is just passionate about art. “I know you artists are all like this, but Delilah, your outfit is too casual—this isn’t your best dress, is it? “As your friend, I could lend you something.” At his words, the people around us couldn’t help but cover their mouths and snicker. After all, Riley was dressed in an exquisite gown with impeccable makeup and a stunning figure, radiating elegance and sophistication from head to toe. Meanwhile, I had been busy preparing for my art exhibition and hadn’t slept for three straight days, leaving me looking utterly exhausted. The clothes I wore were just something I’d grabbed randomly, with no thought put into them. From head to toe, my outfit screamed financial struggle. Compared to her, I did look rather disheveled. I replied calmly, “No need. I’m just sitting here for a moment.” If it weren’t for my husband Marshal from this lifetime saying he’d come pick me up later, I probably would have left the congratulatory gift and departed long ago. During this rare moment of leisure, my stomach chose that exact time to growl. Just as I scooped up a spoonful of cake and brought it to my mouth, Nathan pulled out a bank card from his wallet and tossed it in front of me. He said, “This is a card I just got. There’s $150,000 on it—consider it helping out an old classmate. From now on, don’t dress like this when you go out claiming to be my ex-girlfriend. It’s bad luck. Even though we’ve broken up, you don’t have to live this miserably, do you? Why not just live a decent life?” The rich cake nearly choked me. Seven years without seeing each other, and just because I dressed simply, Nathan interpreted it as me still being hung up on him. But in my previous life, we went from love to mutual disgust. During our student days, we both loved painting, but after graduation, we disagreed on life directions. He was eager to make money and wanted me to join him in copying famous works to sell to middle-class families who couldn’t afford originals, hoping to quickly save up money to start a company. I refused to do this, wanting only to create original art. But in relationships, someone always has to compromise. Because I loved him, I chose to give in and follow his plan. Everything progressed smoothly as he predicted. He used the initial savings to start his company and gradually expanded it. As for me, after losing my creative freedom, I was gradually marginalized and eventually became a full-time housewife confined to the home. Later, as I grew older, I became too lonely at home and longed for a child. But when I lay on the bed in a slip nightgown trying to get close to him, he threw me out along with the bedsheets. He said, “I told you I don’t want kids right now—this is the time to focus on my career. Besides, we’ve been married so long, and you’re still pulling this act. Don’t you find it disgusting?” But I was only thirty years old. I couldn’t believe I had truly lost my appeal, especially since I’d received frequent confessions during college. But when I stood in front of the mirror and carefully examined my appearance, I realized I no longer recognized my former self. The woman in the mirror was overweight, dull, completely lacking the youthful beauty I once had. From that day on, we started sleeping in separate rooms, and I completely gave up on the idea of having children. I thought I would spend the rest of my life with him in this peaceful manner, even if it was just mutual respect. But at age sixty, I witnessed Nathan and Riley walking hand in hand down the street, with a young man beside them affectionately calling them “Mom and Dad.” In that moment, I stood frozen, tears streaming down my face, unable to say a word or dare to confront them. Because I had spent my entire life depending on Nathan, I had long lost the ability to survive independently. After returning home, Nathan noticed my dejection and decided to take me abroad to lift my spirits. I have to admit, when I learned about the plane accident, I felt incredibly relieved inside—not a trace of fear, only liberation. Now that we’ve both been reborn, we’ve tacitly stayed away from each other, with no old feelings remaining. I handed the bank card back to Nathan: “Thank you for your concern, but I’m not short on money.”
Nathan didn’t reach for the money, his eyes burning with rage. “What are you acting all high and mighty for? This hundred and fifty thousand dollars is just meal money to me, but for you, it’s probably several Christmases’ worth of expenses.” Someone chuckled softly. “If she’s careful, it could last ten Christmases!” “You say you’re living so miserably, yet you still came to the wedding. Aren’t you just here to mooch some good stuff?” “Exactly, stop pretending. You’re not thinking this hundred and fifty thousand is too little and wanting more, are you? You should know your place.” Riley listened with delight on the sidelines, chiming in with fake concern: “Don’t be like that. She’s my friend after all, and I invited her here. If I’d known she was struggling this much, I should have helped her. “Oh right, would you like to work as a housekeeper at my place? We still need someone to tend the garden. Ten thousand dollars a month – that’s pretty good pay for ordinary people.” As she spoke, she grabbed my hand. “Delilah, don’t refuse me out of pride. People have to make a living, and we all understand your situation.” I sighed, really wanting to leave immediately. I finally understood Riley’s purpose in inviting me here. She just wanted to show off – to flaunt that she’d finally stolen Nathan completely, to show off her superior family background compared to mine. I pulled my hand back and smiled in response: “No need, I have money.” Riley maintained her polite smile, though her eyes were full of mockery. “You’re not still hoping to make a living from painting, are you? You really are something – you were always so prideful in school, and you’re still the same now. “Whatever, if you really can’t get by, come find me.” She put on an understanding act, even lowering her head to dab at nonexistent tears. Nathan frowned, looking at Riley with eyes full of sympathy. Then he glared at me fiercely. “People like you are just worthless. Others try to help you out of kindness and you don’t appreciate it. You deserve to be poor your whole life!” With that, he pulled Riley away with large strides. I scoffed softly and immediately texted Marshal: [When will you arrive? Your nephew and his wife are really annoying.] Marshal replied quickly: [Did they bully you? Wait for me, fifteen more minutes.] I knew him – when he said fifteen minutes, he’d be there in ten. I patiently sat to the side, planning to eat while waiting. People around me started discussing other things. “When is the real head of The Simmons family arriving? Didn’t they say he’d come to the wedding?” “You mean Nathan’s uncle Marshal? I heard Nathan say he’s coming later.” The crowd immediately became restless. One girl spoke up: “You actually have news? Do you know what time he’s arriving? What does he look like?” Another responded: “Don’t even think about it. He got married over a year ago, but his wife has never been willing to show her face. Look how Marshal mentions his wife everywhere he goes, as if he’s afraid people don’t know he’s married. You can tell he really loves his wife. “I wonder who’s that lucky.” The girl’s mood instantly deflated. I was listening intently when suddenly, footsteps slowly approached me. A male classmate I hadn’t seen in ages, wearing an expensive suit and holding a wine glass, sat beside me and deliberately leaned closer. He said: “I can see you’re quite attractive. Drink this glass, and how about we go upstairs and have some fun?” Upstairs were the guests’ rooms. I frowned and didn’t respond, feeling even more irritated. But he persisted, directly putting his arm around my shoulder while trying to coax me and force me to drink. I grabbed his wine glass and poured the wine over his head. He shot up abruptly, his chair making a sharp scraping sound that echoed throughout the banquet hall. Instantly, everyone’s eyes turned toward us. Feeling embarrassed, he glared at me with vicious eyes. “Don’t be ungrateful! My willingness to keep you is your good fortune!” His gaze was contemptuous, as if certain I wouldn’t dare do anything to him. But I wasn’t the Delilah from my past life. I delivered a sharp slap and warned coldly: “I should be the one saying that. Don’t be ungrateful.” The man said: “You…” “Delilah! Who gave you permission to cause trouble at my wedding!” Nathan strode over, grabbing my hand with an icy expression. “Security! Come throw her out!” I stared at him and asked softly: “Are you sure you want security to throw me out?” Nathan didn’t understand the meaning behind my words and mocked: “What, did you realize no one else wants you besides me? Why don’t you beg me, and I’ll reluctantly keep you. “Why bother harassing male classmates?” His words made me nauseous, and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. Suddenly, a phone rang. After he answered, his expression changed dramatically. I guessed Marshal had arrived. The next second, he hurriedly shoved me under the table, warning in a low voice: “If you still want me to keep you, hide obediently. My uncle is here.” I was somewhat confused – what did this matter? Though I hadn’t expected him to fear Marshal to this extent. Looking at the ring in my hand that I hadn’t had time to put on before leaving, I still crawled under the table. Rather than let him discover it later and get angry, I might as well create a distraction. I decisively crawled under the table, pulled the diamond ring from my pocket and put it on, sighing. Footsteps sounded outside, and Marshal’s deep voice rang out: “Where’s my wife?” Nathan was stunned. Marshal continued asking: “She’s your college classmate. Haven’t you seen her?” Nathan was momentarily speechless, unsure how to begin. I lifted the tablecloth in front of me and looked directly into Marshal’s captivating eyes. “Hi, darling.” Nathan’s face went pale with shock as he rushed over to my table in a few quick steps, positioning himself between Marshal and me. He said, “Delilah, have you lost your mind? How many times have I told you—I’m married now, and whatever we had is long over. You actually hid here and are now ruining my reputation in front of Uncle Marshal!” With that, he reached out to drag me away. But another hand moved faster. Marshal remained composed, his tone calm: “Darling, what are you doing here?” Only I understood that he was jealous because of Nathan’s words. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I placed my hand in his and let him pull me out from under the table, smiling as I explained, “You misunderstood. I’ll explain everything when we get home, okay?” Nathan watched as Marshal pulled me into his embrace, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, then to anger: “You actually got involved with Uncle Marshal! Do you know he has a wife? Delilah, after leaving me, you became someone’s mistress!” I sighed softly, marveling at Nathan’s stupidity. I raised my hand with Marshal’s, both wearing our rings, making sure they could see clearly: “You should recognize this ring, shouldn’t you? There’s only one pair like this in the world, and no one else can wear it but me, dear nephew.” Marshal chimed in from beside me: “Nathan, call her Aunt Delilah.” Nathan’s face flushed red, unable to utter a word. The surrounding guests, however, began to stir. “My God, she’s actually Mrs. Simmons.” “They’ve been married for a year, and she’s never made a public appearance. We’re actually seeing her today.” Those who had been mocking me moments before instantly turned pale, then approached me with fawning smiles. “Mr. Simmons, Mrs. Simmons, hello. I’m Mrs. Simmons’ college classmate. Here’s my business card, please take it.” I glanced sideways but didn’t acknowledge them. Seeing this, others feared being left out and rushed forward to curry favor with me. I frowned, which Marshal immediately noticed. He coldly surveyed the crowd pressing around us: “Back off. I have no interest in any of you.” Then, looking at my slightly weary appearance, his tone filled with concern: “You’ve been busy with the art exhibition again, so busy you forgot to rest? Take a good break these next few days. I’ll have my assistant handle the wrap-up.” I nodded in agreement. After all, if the work could be completed easily, I was too lazy to handle it myself. Riley emerged in a different gown, looking bewildered. When she saw me arm-in-arm with Marshal, her expression immediately changed. She instantly understood what was happening and smiled as she spoke: “So you’re Aunt Delilah! I’m sorry for the poor hospitality…” I could tell she was trying to make up for her earlier rudeness. The guests watching the drama began whispering among themselves. “She was mocking her just moments ago, and now she’s all smiles. Truly worthy of being the mayor’s daughter—she really knows how to handle people.” “Delilah is Marshal’s wife—she has everything she could want. Nathan was trying to brush her off with a bank card earlier. How ridiculous.” “Didn’t Riley just ask Delilah to clean her garden? Turns out Delilah owns an art gallery. I remember that sold-out exhibition recently—I think she’s the one who organized it.” Every word reached Marshal’s ears, and his expression grew cold: “You all did these things?” Riley’s face went white as she hastily explained: “I meant no harm, really. I just thought Aunt Delilah wasn’t doing well and wanted to help her.” Nathan quickly chimed in: “Right, we were just trying to help her back then.” “I don’t believe it.” Marshal’s tone was light but decisive: “Nathan, I think you’re really asking for trouble. I need to reconsider who should be CEO of the subsidiary.” Nathan’s face instantly turned ashen. He opened his mouth but couldn’t say a word. I remained silent, thinking that since today was his wedding day after all, I didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere. But he kept causing me trouble again and again. After Marshal finished speaking, he wanted to take me home to rest. We had just turned around when we heard Riley shout loudly: “Delilah has a questionable personal life! Uncle Marshal, don’t let her deceive you!”
I turned around to see Riley standing with her arms crossed, watching us with a composed expression. I didn’t understand—Nathan had already been dismissed, so shouldn’t she be trying to curry favor with us? Yet here she was, spreading rumors in public. Marshal couldn’t be bothered with her and just wanted to get me to the car first. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle what she said,” he told me. I shook my head, gently pulling free from his grip, and looked directly at Riley. “I’d love to hear how exactly my private life is inappropriate.” Riley’s smile deepened. “I have evidence of you being involved with two men simultaneously, and you’re still in contact with them. Are you sure you want me to make this public? You might want to be careful about your position.” I shrugged, finding it somewhat amusing, and waited for her next move. Seeing that Marshal’s expression remained unchanged, Riley’s face darkened, and she directly projected her evidence onto the venue’s large screen. The screen at the center of the banquet hall instantly switched from playing Riley and Nathan’s romantic highlights to “evidence of my inappropriate behavior.” The first set of images showed me during my graduate studies in France, frequently interacting with a man named Alan. Although the photos didn’t capture his face clearly, we were often seen cooking together in the same house and going out. Even after two Christmases, he was still spending the night at my apartment. Anyone would assume we were in a relationship based on these scenes. Next, she displayed chat records between me and another man, Aiden, on social media. We shared daily life updates and even scheduled gaming sessions together. And on the very night I was sharing a room with Alan, Aiden confessed his feelings to me in the game. The entire venue erupted in gasps. “Oh my God, one after another—how shameless!” “Mr. Simmons was actually deceived by this kind of woman!” Riley watched the crowd’s reaction, her smile growing even wider. Then she showed my multiple travel records to France, even including images of me meeting with some man at that little cottage. The chat records kept scrolling and updating continuously. Finally, a woman couldn’t hold back and spoke up: “Mr. Simmons, you can actually tolerate this kind of thing? This woman has gone too far!” I remained calm, turned to look at Marshal beside me, who appeared slightly embarrassed, and asked with a smile, “She’s asking you—can you put up with it?” Marshal resumed his cold expression, glanced at me, and spoke slowly: “Those men—they’re all me. Anything more than that is a private matter between my wife and me, which you have no right to know. Riley, I don’t care what channels you used to get this information, but don’t let me catch you doing it again.” The entire venue fell silent. “I thought we’d see them fighting, but they’re actually so sweet together.” “I get the feeling Mr. Simmons went through great lengths to win back his wife.” “Now I finally understand why he’s always showing off. If I had worked so hard to win back my wife, I’d be bragging too.” “Young couples’ business—we wouldn’t understand.” Nathan went from shock to anticipation, and now his face was deathly pale. He rushed forward, his voice hoarse as he shouted: “Delilah, didn’t you say you only liked me, that you only wanted to be with me!”
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