On the day of our divorce, my wife and I were in the same car when we met with an accident. In her final moments, she didn’t whisper my name. Instead, she expressed regret. “If I could do it all over again, I’d choose Ryan Curtis. With him, I felt truly alive…” When we opened our eyes again, we had both been reborn. We found ourselves back on the day I had proposed to her. She glanced at me, quickly pulled her hand away, and ran towards Ryan Curtis. I silently let her go, wanting her to be happy. But later, she came back, begging me for another chance. The moment I was reborn, I found myself back on that Valentine’s Day when I had planned to propose to Emma White. The campus lawn was a sea of flowers, the lights were dazzling, everything was set up like a dream. I looked around, searching for that familiar figure—Emma White. I watched as her eyes gradually changed from confusion to clarity, and then to realization. I knew then that she had been reborn too, with memories of our past life. Including the car accident that took our lives, and her last words to me, “If I could do it all over again…” She glanced at me, her eyes cold as they swept over my face. With a fake smile, she said, “Jack, thank you for everything you’ve prepared, but…” Her gaze fixed on someone in the crowd. I followed her line of sight. There stood Ryan Curtis, dressed in a crisp black suit, his tie perfectly knotted, holding a bouquet of vibrant roses that seemed even more dazzling under the lights. He stood there, as if waiting for an important moment. Although I had a premonition, facing it in reality still felt like a stab to the heart. “Emma…” I called out softly. Just then, Emma did something I never expected. She pulled her hand away from mine and walked towards Ryan without hesitation. At that moment, I felt as if I could hear my own heart breaking, but I also clearly saw the urgency on her face. “Jack, I’m sorry,” Emma’s voice came, cold and determined. “I… I’ve realized that Ryan is the one I truly love. I hope you can understand and let me go.” She held Ryan’s hand tightly. Ryan was stunned at first, then his face lit up with joy. He hugged Emma tightly, “Emma, you’ve finally faced your true feelings. I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”
At that moment, I stood in the center of the proposal scene, surrounded by whispers. Emma’s voice was clear and firm. The look in her eyes as she gazed at Ryan was full of tenderness and expectation, a light that once belonged to me. I took a deep breath, “Emma, I respect your decision. From now on, let’s go our separate ways and wish each other well.” As I said these words, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief, as if a thousand-pound weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Ryan smiled smugly, putting his arm around Emma’s shoulders as if declaring his victory to the world. “Emma, I’ll make you happy. In the future, I want to see you cheering for me at every concert; and all those romantic trips, I want to experience them with you.” Emma smiled like a little girl, her eyes sparkling with happiness, “Ryan, as long as I’m with you, I’m willing to do anything.” I turned and left without looking back. The lights in the bar were dim and warm. I had invited my roommates to join me there. “Jack, are you okay?” My roommate Andy patted me on the shoulder, asking with concern. I raised my glass, drained it in one go, and laughed, “I’m fine, really. Don’t look at me like that, I’m actually happy. I finally don’t have to comfort Emma every day.” My roommates exchanged glances, seemingly not quite believing my words. But I knew it was true. Leaving Emma was a relief for me. Thinking back to our past life, Emma and I had been inseparable since childhood. Our parents always joked that we were a match made in heaven, and they had even planned our future for us. We did dream about it too, dating after graduation and then walking down the aisle. “Jack, what do you think our future home will be like?” Back then, her eyes were full of hope for the future. “No matter what it’s like, as long as you’re there, it’s home,” I answered with a smile, fully believing that would be our forever. But what about after marriage? Days passed like flowing water, so bland it was unsettling. She started complaining, saying life lacked color. And I, busy with my career, ignored her changes. Until Ryan Curtis became famous, he shone brightly on stage, easily stealing her heart. She started coming home late, sometimes not coming home at all. When I questioned her, she casually said, “Jack, let’s just do our own thing, that way everyone’s happy.” My heart felt like it was being pricked by needles. “Emma, we have a home,” I tried to salvage things, but she wasn’t listening anymore. “No, we’re just doing our own thing, you don’t need to interfere with my freedom,” she coldly replied. Finally, I proposed divorce, the hardest decision I’ve ever made in my life. She was surprised at first, then angry, but finally she laughed, a laugh so sarcastic. “Jack Miller, do you know? Every day with Ryan is happier than all the happiness in the first half of my life combined.” At that moment, I completely gave up. It turned out that our marriage, to her, was nothing but a constraint. And I finally understood that letting go was the greatest salvation for myself.
The bar lights were hazy and dim, alcohol slowly flowing through my veins, bringing waves of dizziness. I stood up, intending to go to the bathroom to sober up, but my feet unconsciously drifted towards the deep end of the corridor. Just then, from the crack of a not-quite-closed private room door, came a familiar yet strange voice. “That Jack Miller guy is so boring, all he knows is work, he has no zest for life at all.” It was Emma’s voice, filled with disdain and disgust. “You understand me, Emma. Compared to him, I’m the one who can truly make you happy.” Ryan’s voice was full of pride. My heart suddenly tightened, and my footsteps involuntarily stopped. How could they be here? And how could they talk about me so recklessly? Out of curiosity, I gently pushed open the half-open door, only to see the room filled with smoke, a group of people sitting around the table, with Emma and Ryan at the center, both wearing ambiguous smiles. Seeing me, the atmosphere in the room instantly froze, all eyes focused on me. Emma’s face turned ugly, she stood up and questioned, “Jack Miller, what are you doing here? Didn’t we break up already? Why are you still here to disturb us?” Seeing this, Ryan’s lips curled into a provocative smile, he stood up, trying to assert his dominance with a kiss. I took a deep breath, trying to keep calm, “I was just passing by, I didn’t mean to disturb you. Besides, I’ve already said, from now on, we go our separate ways.” With that, I turned to leave without lingering. Just then, a figure suddenly crashed into my arms. It was Lily Greene, the daughter of the Greene family from the north side of town, someone I never thought I’d meet here. She was wearing a red spaghetti strap dress, her skin looking even fairer under the bar lights, her eyes hazy with a hint of drunkenness. She looked up at me, a half-smile playing on her lips, “Jack Miller? Did you really break up with Emma White?” I nodded, not saying much. Lily didn’t seem to mind my coldness. She leaned in closer to me and said in a low voice, “Actually, I’ve always liked you. It’s just that you were with Emma before, so I didn’t dare say anything.” I was shocked, but quickly regained my composure. Now, I no longer had the mood to consider these emotional entanglements. I gently pushed her away, saying coolly, “Lily, thank you for your kindness, but right now I just want to be alone.” However, just as I turned to leave, Lily suddenly lost her balance and fell forward. I quickly reached out to steady her, but it was too late. She collapsed onto me, followed by the sound of urgent vomiting. I sighed helplessly, having to temporarily abandon my thoughts of leaving. After thinking for a moment, I realized it wouldn’t be right to leave a girl alone in the bar. I called a driver to take us to a hotel, got a room for Lily, and was about to leave. “Jack, don’t go,” her voice was unclear, but I could hear she was calling me. I looked at her small face, flushed from alcohol, and suddenly felt a strange emotion welling up inside me. I knew her confession now was just an impulse under the influence of alcohol. I should stay calm and not let myself get caught up in it. But when I saw those hazy eyes, that look of closeness and dependence, my heart involuntarily softened. As she tugged at me, I sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at her, my heart full of conflicting emotions. “Jack, I like you,” she mumbled again, then grabbed my hand and placed it on her face. “Don’t go, stay with me, please?” At that moment, I really couldn’t resist her innocent yet slightly coquettish tone.
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