After being pushed off the roof by my husband’s first love, I was reborn as the cat I had raised. I watched them get married at my funeral. Rose brought all my belongings and burned them along with my body. Adrian didn’t stop her; he even helped scatter my ashes. Seeing my childhood friend faint from shock, I anxiously bit Rose. The man kicked me away and took her to the hospital, leaving me curled up in a corner, barely alive. Later, the usually calm and collected Adrian lost his temper at the vet clinic, “Don’t you know how to save a life? This isn’t a cat, it’s my wife!” At my funeral, Rose wore a wedding dress and burst into the ceremony with her bridesmaids, carrying all my belongings. She declared loudly: “Rachel, thank you for letting Adrian and me be together. I’m burning all your things for you today!” To everyone’s shock, she threw me, now a cat, onto the body and took out a lighter, looking shyly at Adrian. “Adrian, from now on, I’ll be your only woman. Let everything of Rachel’s scatter with the wind!” A flash of surprise and anger crossed Adrian’s eyes. I had married into Adrian’s family from another city, so most of the funeral guests were his friends. Everyone was lamenting the loss of Adrian’s beloved wife, as he was known for doting on her, but they didn’t expect this sudden turn of events. Before he could react, Rose’s bridesmaids surrounded him, crying: “Mr. Evans, Rachel always targeted Rose just because you and Rose were childhood sweethearts. Now that Rachel is finally gone, you can’t let her come between you and Rose anymore!” “Yes, when Rose heard Rachel was gone, she immediately got a wedding dress to marry you. She even got scratched by Rachel’s cat on the way here…” The wedding dress Rose wore looked familiar; it was the same high-end design I wore when I married Adrian seven years ago. Back then, he bought the only two pieces, saying he wanted me to wear something unique. Her fingers were unharmed, but wrapped in bandages, actually stained with my cat’s blood. I curled up with my injured paw and meowed weakly. Adrian glanced at me, then stepped forward to hold Rose’s hand: “Rose, let me take you to the hospital first. We’ll talk about the wedding later.” But Rose wouldn’t have it. “Adrian, did you really fall in love with Rachel? You said you’d only love me in this lifetime.” I knew about Adrian’s unrequited love when I first met him. At that time, he was drinking heavily every day after Rose rejected him again and went abroad to study. I fell in love with him at first sight. After a one-night stand, I ignored my childhood friend’s advice and married him, moving to A City. I always thought Adrian would fall in love with me, but I faced reality every time he flew abroad to take care of Rose. “Rachel, she’s a woman alone in a foreign country. I’m worried about her.” I knew this was just an excuse for him to see Rose, but when it happened repeatedly, I couldn’t help but argue with him, tears in my eyes: “Am I not a woman too? I’m your wife, and I don’t cling to you. Why can’t she manage without you?” At first, Adrian would guiltily comfort me, but later he just left with a cold face, impatient: “Rose isn’t just anyone. Besides, you’re already my wife. I’ll always be yours, what are you angry about?” It was as if I were the villain, breaking them up and forcing Adrian to marry me. Gradually, people outside started saying Adrian was a good man, able to tolerate such an unreasonable wife. I didn’t know many people in A City to begin with, and after my reputation was ruined, even fewer people would talk to me. Even the servants gossiped about me behind my back. “Mr. Evans must still like Miss Carter, right?” “Of course. Mr. Evans and Miss Carter are childhood sweethearts. He’s always been chasing after her, doing everything for her. Besides, the Carter and Evans families have been friends for generations. Who would choose a gold-digger orphan over a rich heiress?” “That’s right. Mr. Evans and Miss Carter are a perfect match – he’s rich and handsome, she’s rich and beautiful. I think they look good together. And old Mr. Evans used to dote on Rose so much. If he were still alive, he definitely wouldn’t have let the current Mrs. Evans into the family!”
Before I married Adrian, I had the fortune of meeting old Mr. Evans once. Though frail with age, his eyes were still sharp: “Do you really love Adrian?” I nodded firmly, “I love him more than my own life.” The old man sighed, “Very well. You’re a sincere, good child. I can see that Adrian likes you too. It’s just that he probably hasn’t realized his own feelings yet…” It was this conversation that gave me the courage to marry Adrian, even knowing about Rose’s existence. However, Rose made a phone call to the old man, yelling, “Your son likes that vixen Rachel, and you old fool like her too!” Mr. Evans collapsed on the spot and never woke up. Rose pushed all the blame onto me. I couldn’t defend myself and could only kneel and kowtow from the front gate all the way to Mr. Evans’ memorial, a hundred times in total, until my head was bloody. Only then did Adrian reluctantly forgive me. I watched the water droplets fall onto the corpse’s chest. Can cats cry? Adrian finally gave in: “Rose, whatever you want to do, I’ll go along with it.” Rose was somewhat satisfied with this. “Then let’s get married now.” “I want to cremate Rachel myself.” She glared at me. “Along with her cat. Burn everything to ashes.” The crowd was stunned. But no one dared to step forward to stop her. Just as Rose was about to light me on fire with her lighter, an elderly guest with graying hair finally couldn’t stand by any longer: “This is too much! We should respect the dead. And the cat is innocent in all this!” Others chimed in: “That’s right, Mr. Evans. At least let the cat go!” Rose wanted to argue, but Adrian had already frowned and picked me up. I curled up weakly against his chest. Fluffy was a stray cat I had picked up on the street. Because Adrian disliked cats, I always kept it in my bedroom. Not that it mattered, since Adrian slept in the study when he came home anyway. We hadn’t spoken to each other for four years, ever since we had a big fight about Rose returning to the country. From age twenty-three to twenty-seven, for four whole years, I watched my husband busy himself for another woman every day, trying to please her while ignoring me. I thought about reconciling. The old housekeeper, who was the only one who cared about me, suggested I have a child to win Adrian back. “Once there’s a child, Mr. Evans will settle down.” I dressed up carefully and waited for Adrian in the car, but he came with Rose in his arms: “Playing ‘one-night stand’ again with your wife? Rose got drunk after a breakup. I need to take her home first. You go back by yourself.” I stood awkwardly in the snow, pointed at by passersby: “Isn’t that Mrs. Evans? How shameless, still not willing to divorce…” Meanwhile, the “drunk” Rose smirked at me from the car window. There wasn’t a single car on the road on New Year’s Eve. I walked for three hours in the snow wearing just a dress and caught a high fever that night. The old housekeeper called Adrian, but he impatiently hung up: “Throwing a tantrum and pretending to be sick again? Even if she’s really unwell, can’t she see a doctor herself? What use is there in calling me?” For a whole month, Adrian never came back to see me once. But I found out I was pregnant. It was from three months ago when Adrian, upon hearing Rose had a new boyfriend, had taken me in a fit of frustration. Usually, he wouldn’t touch me. All because Rose had said: “Adrian, if you love someone, you should be able to endure hardship. Since you love me, no matter who I’m with, you can only love me. But now you’re married to Rachel.” “I want you to prove to me that you only love me.”
My relationship with Adrian got even worse. But he still never mentioned divorce, and I continued to act as his wife on the surface as if nothing had happened. However, a boastful post on social media soon slapped me hard in the face. Rose and I were mutual friends, and she posted a series of photos with the caption: After all the twists and turns, it’s still you and me. She even tagged me specifically. The meaning couldn’t be more clear. I covered my belly; the baby had already started kicking. Holding back my heartache and reluctance, I liked the post and congratulated them on getting back together, wishing them never to part again. Then I sent Adrian the divorce papers. He had finally won his beloved; although I wasn’t a gentleman, but a scoundrel who had stolen love, I understood the principle of helping others achieve happiness. After packing my bags, I called my childhood friend. “Emma, it’s me.” “…Rachel?” After many years apart, I choked up the moment I heard Emma’s voice. “Can you come pick me up and take me home?” Emma immediately replied, “I’m booking a flight right now!” Unfortunately, I didn’t get to wait for her to come pick me up. I died alone in a dirty alley. From a height of over ten meters, I fell and shattered, my flesh and blood spilling all over the ground. Even if Emma had arrived in time, she probably wouldn’t have recognized that pile of mush on the ground as the beauty-loving Rachel. As my consciousness faded, I could only apologize painfully. I’m sorry, my unborn baby. If I hadn’t wanted to see Adrian one last time, I wouldn’t have fallen for Rose’s trap and been lured to the rooftop to be pushed off. Rose didn’t break her promise. She dialed Adrian’s number, a new one I didn’t know about. No wonder I could never reach him. I fell clutching that phone that was still connected. Adrian’s voice hadn’t been so gentle in a long time. “Is that you, Rose? Where do you want to go play later? I’ll pick you up.” “Why aren’t you saying anything? What’s going on over there?” I gripped the phone tightly, not daring to make any sound, afraid of startling him, even though my bones were already broken and blood was trickling from the corner of my mouth. In the end, even when I wanted to speak, I could only let out meaningless groans. It was just too painful. Until the moment I died, Adrian thought I was still throwing a tantrum. “Is the signal bad over there, Rose?” He sighed softly, suddenly mentioning my name, “Rachel is just too stubborn. Rose, she could never compare to you…” As my only living legal relative, Adrian soon received my death notice. His first reaction was outrage. “What kind of joke is this? Rachel might be unreasonable, but you hospital staff shouldn’t go along with her pranks. She is Mrs. Evans, that’s correct, but you shouldn’t help her deceive me. Bring her to see me, or I’ll have you all fired!” Even when my reassembled corpse was brought before him, he still refused to believe it. “Rachel, if you want to act, I’ll play along. Announce that I’m holding a funeral for Rachel. Let’s see if she keeps acting then!”
But I was really dead. I curled up in his arms as a cat, watching him search the crowd with a heavy gaze. Rose had already pressed down on the lighter. Adrian’s face remained impassive, but the hand holding me unconsciously tightened. “Rachel, if you don’t come out now, I’ll burn all your things and this imposter!” The people around had various expressions on their faces, whispering among themselves. “What is Mr. Evans doing? Isn’t Rachel already dead?” “Yeah, her body is laid out up there. I heard she committed suicide by jumping off a building. Her brains were splattered all over the ground.” “Wasn’t Mr. Evans supposed to love his wife very much? Maybe he’s gone mad from the shock?” “I’m not so sure about that. Mr. Evans just called that woman ‘Rose’ so tenderly. She must be his true love. Poor Mrs. Evans, suffering like this even after death…” Rose stared at my corpse, secretly curling her lips, and threw the lit lighter onto it. The flames roared, quickly engulfing me. I watched as my already unrecognizable self was charred, instinctively shuddering as if feeling that bone-deep pain. Being burned or being shattered, which hurts more? Rose’s bridesmaids started to cheer. “Miss Carter, do you take Mr. Evans as your lawfully wedded husband?” Rose nodded gracefully, “I do.” “Then, Mr. Evans, do you take Miss Carter as your wife, and promise to cherish, care for, and tolerate her for the rest of your life?” In the fire, only my and Adrian’s wedding rings were glittering. Those were the rings I had spent countless days and nights personally helping to design. When Adrian received them, he hugged me and said, “Rachel, you’re the most sincere and beautiful girl I’ve ever met. I promise I’ll always protect you.” But now, they, along with Adrian’s vows, existed in name only. “Adrian! What are you thinking about?” Rose looked dissatisfied at Adrian, who was slow to answer. Adrian’s face had turned extremely ugly. He was staring at the rings in the fire, trembling all over, gritting his teeth as he said: “Fine, Rachel… you even threw away the rings.” He violently took off the other matching ring from his hand and threw it onto my remains. Then he kicked the part that had already been burned to ashes, scattering them instantly. Rose and her bridesmaids also came forward, spreading my ashes completely. “Stop!” Emma had finally arrived. She rushed into the funeral scene, bursting into tears the moment she saw me in the fire. “Adrian, Rachel is already dead. Why won’t you leave even her remains alone!” “And you, Rose, you murderer! Rachel would never commit suicide!” The scene erupted in chaos. Rose and Emma started fighting, with Emma being pushed to the ground, weakened by her overwhelming grief. I watched Emma faint and struggled out of Adrian’s arms, anxiously circling around her. I’m sorry, Emma. I didn’t want to die either. The moment Rose pushed me off the roof, I suddenly regretted asking Emma to come pick me up, regretted telling her I was going to meet Rose first. Emma, how could I bear to let you see me like this? Rose lunged forward to hit her again, and I bit her hard, drawing blood. The world spun as someone kicked me away violently. Adrian covered Rose’s wound, looking at me angrily: “You really are Rachel’s cat, impossible to tame…”
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