The day Caleb and I got married, his first love overdosed on 108 sleeping pills and ended her life. In her dead hand, she clutched a photo of herself and Caleb, leaving behind only one sentence: “May I be your wife in the next life.” When Caleb heard the news of his ex’s suicide, he said nothing. Instead, he smiled and went through with our wedding. But on our wedding night, He took his own life, a sacrifice to join his first love. The media fell over themselves, sensationalizing their great love story, a romance so profound it transcended death. They smeared my name, painting me as the wicked homewrecker who tore apart their epic love. Reborn into this life, both Caleb and I returned. This time, he chose his first love. I chose Oxford… On our wedding day, Caleb leaped from the top floor of the hotel. Behind him, a cascade of fluttering papers declared his boundless love for Tiffany. When a lover’s suicide for love was no longer just an ancient legend, the media easily traced everything back to its source: me. They shoved microphones in my face, aimed cameras at me, and condemned me as the vicious bitch who broke up Caleb and Tiffany. “It’s this whore! She slept her way into his bed, broke up true love! Let the whole world see her despicable face!” “Maliciously destroying someone else’s relationship, may you die a terrible death!” “Bitches who ruin relationships deserve to burn in hell!” I stared blankly at the scene unfolding before me, letting the rotten eggs and vegetables pelt my body. I wanted to explain. I didn’t sleep my way into anything. I didn’t break them up. I was drugged and sent to Caleb’s bed. It was after Tiffany had married someone else that Caleb proposed to me… But no one gave me a chance to speak. I was cornered on the rooftop. My father, always so proud, knelt on the ground, begging the media to let me go. His pleas only enraged them further. In the ensuing chaos, my foot slipped. Along with the baby in my belly, I fell from the 101st floor, hitting the ground in a mangled mess. My regret and anguish were so intense, I couldn’t even close my eyes in death. Then, the pain completely vanished. Laughter echoed in my ears. I looked up and found myself sitting in a high school classroom. Tiffany was holding a love letter, confessing to Asher. Her overly dramatic declaration made the whole class erupt in laughter. My ex-husband, Caleb, was glaring at me with malice. “Aubrey, you are absolutely relentless, aren’t you?!” “This time, if you dare to mess with Tiffany, I won’t hesitate to ruin you all over again.” Seeing the dark, chilling malice in his eyes, far too old for a teenager, I dared to guess. It wasn’t just me. Caleb had also been reborn into our senior year of high school. My eyes welled up with tears as I looked at the graduation countdown on the blackboard. Thank goodness, I had a chance to do it over again. I chuckled, pretending not to understand. “What ‘this time’ or ‘next time’? Anyway, I wish you and Tiffany all the happiness in the world!” On the other side of the room, just like in my previous life, Asher rejected Tiffany. Tiffany stood there, mortified, stubbornly holding back tears. She looked so pitiful. “But during our last Truth or Dare game, you clearly said you liked Tiffany from our class. Wasn’t that…” Unlike the last life where he’d cited focusing on studies, this time, Asher put down his pen, smiling as he interrupted her. “But the Aubrey I was talking about was *you*.” The classroom instantly buzzed with excitement. After all, my crush on Caleb was an open secret. Now that Asher was involved, everyone waited for my reaction. It was from this day in my previous life that Caleb, who had always ignored me, suddenly became attentive. I thought it was because Tiffany had someone else in her heart, and he had given up. That was, until I saw the diary pages scattered when he jumped. “I know Asher’s secret. If you truly love him that much, I will stop at nothing to bring him to your side.” The “secret” he was referring to must have been that Asher liked me. So, to help Tiffany get Asher, Caleb had agreed to be with me. Just as he’d wanted, by graduation, I became his girlfriend. And Tiffany, she and Asher had made plans to meet at Oxford. But in the end, Asher, unable to bear Tiffany’s constant harassment, dropped out and left the country. Asher and I were both pawns in his twisted game to prove his ‘devotion’. This time, I was taking Asher with me, far away from that toxic jerk and his malicious accomplice.
Looking at the gossiping faces of my classmates, I smiled at Asher. “But you haven’t actually asked me out yet.” “If we end up in the same university, then let’s officially be together.” Asher gazed at me, his eyes shining like a sky full of stars. My classmates cheered and clapped, while also pointing fingers at Tiffany. Mortified, Tiffany stood rooted to the spot, the tears she’d held back for so long finally falling. Caleb slammed his dictionary onto his desk. “Everyone shut up! What’s so funny about this?!” He then grabbed a tissue from my desk and handed it to Tiffany. Unlike his hidden affection in the previous life, his blatant love now seemed to overflow from his chest. “Don’t cry, he’s not worth it!” Tiffany looked at Caleb, her eyes full of gratitude. Caleb’s eyes glowed. In the previous life, at this very moment, Tiffany never spared him a single glance. He seemed emboldened. He kicked my chair, sending it toppling over. “Aubrey, are you enjoying this? Making Tiffany look bad, isn’t that just your pathetic way of getting my attention? Well, too bad, you failed. You just make me hate you even more!” Tiffany cried even more pitifully. “Don’t say that about Aubrey, Caleb. She’s really smart, beautiful, and has a great personality. Her family is well-off too. I’m just not worthy…” Caleb sneered dismissively. “Her? She’s a complete waste of space. In my heart, she’s not even one-tenth of what you are.” Asher stepped in front of me, shielding me. He shot Caleb a quick glance, his voice soft but laced with authority. “Pick up the chair.” Asher was the only son of the Ashford family, the wealthiest in New York. In the previous life, besides Tiffany, none of us knew this until many years after college graduation. But Caleb, with memories from the last life, naturally didn’t dare to confront him directly. Caleb begrudgingly complied, an even deeper layer of disgust in his eyes as he looked at me. The drama finally ended with Asher and Caleb swapping seats. Asher leaned back casually in his seat, then suddenly turned, leaning closer to me. The fresh, clean scent unique to teenage boys enveloped me. “Miss Aubrey, I’ll see you at Oxford.” I nodded vigorously. Life became simple: classes, homework, tests, day after day. One evening after our late study session, I lingered for a few extra minutes, as was my habit. As I passed a corridor corner, I heard Tiffany’s voice, thick with tears. She pecked Caleb’s lips gently, her face flushed. “Caleb, you’re so wonderful. Of course, I don’t dislike you. It’s just, we really need to focus on our studies…” Caleb spun around, pinning her against the wall and kissing her passionately. His fingertips lightly traced her cheek, wiping away her tears. The regret of unrequited love from the previous life seemed to find its completion in this moment. After a long moment, he leaned his forehead against hers, a desperate plea mixed with intense possessiveness. “Tiffany, forget Asher. Be my girlfriend.” Tiffany shook her head. “I’m not good enough for you. Your family would never accept me, unless…” Caleb’s family? Did they even have the right to be picky? His parents were just my family’s driver and housekeeper. I’d begged my dad to get him into this elite prep school. To make him happy, I’d bought him limited edition clothes, shoes, and watches, sending them to his house like a never-ending stream. He took them all, then lectured me. “Aubrey, besides insulting people with money, what else can you do?” But the very next day, he’d wear the things I’d given him to school, marveling at his classmates’ awe. He was the mysterious, low-key scion of an old money family. In my previous life, I loved him so deeply, I couldn’t bear to expose his true background. As soon as we graduated, I convinced my dad to fund his company. To protect his fragile ego, I secretly channeled several multi-million dollar contracts his way. He became Mr. Caleb, adored by everyone. No one, not even Tiffany, knew about his humble origins. Back then, dressed head-to-toe in designer labels, she’d smiled at me faintly. “I don’t love him, but I can’t leave him. To be precise, I can’t leave his money.” I truly wished I could see Tiffany’s reaction when the money-hungry girl discovered Caleb was just a driver’s son. My thoughts drifted back, and I saw Caleb, seemingly impatient, ask, “Unless what?” “Unless I can get into Oxford. Caleb, only by getting into Oxford will I have the courage to stand by your side. Do you understand?” “I can’t give you any promises now, because if I don’t get into Oxford, my parents will force me to marry some old divorced man…” “There are only two spots. Asher will definitely take one. For the last one, I really don’t know if I can beat Aubrey, after all, she has all the resources my family can provide, and I have nothing.” Tiffany sounded so pitiful, but I knew the truth. She wanted to go to Oxford to pursue Asher, to marry into the Ashford family, and become truly rich. Caleb pulled her into his embrace, his heart aching. “You have me. I’ll make sure your dreams come true.” Tiffany stood on her tiptoes and kissed Caleb passionately. In my previous life, the day before my Oxford entrance exam, Caleb had suddenly asked me, looking utterly crestfallen. He was going to Harvard, and I to Oxford. Did this mean we would be in a long-distance relationship for four years? Talking about the hardships of being apart, he even shed a few tears. I loved him to my very core and couldn’t bear to see him sad, so I voluntarily gave up on the exam. In the end, Tiffany got the spot. This time, I wouldn’t be so foolish.
On the day of the exam, Caleb blocked my path. “We need to talk.” I flat-out refused. “There’s nothing for me to talk about with you.” Caleb, with that infuriatingly condescending tone, continued. “If you drop out of the exam, I’ll give you another chance. You can treat me to lunch, I’ll allow you to keep sponsoring me, and I’ll even let you go to the same university as me.” I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. I had no idea where he got such confidence. I retorted sharply, “Sorry, but I refuse. Because, one, I don’t want to have lunch with you. Two, I have no intention of continuing to sponsor you. And three, I have no desire to go to the same university as you.” Caleb maintained his haughty demeanor. “You refuse? You actually dare to refuse? Aren’t you afraid I’ll never forgive you?” “Whatever.” I didn’t want to argue, so I turned and ran. “Just because I like Tiffany, you target her like this? You have everything. Why are you still fighting her for one spot?” I scoffed, “I don’t target anyone. The exam is about proving your own ability. If she has the skill, no one can take it from her.” Caleb’s eyes narrowed, a dark, sinister glint within them. “It’s your own jealousy, don’t blame me!” He grabbed my wrist, covered my mouth and nose with his other hand, and dragged me into the nearest classroom, locking the door. Because of the exam, most of the students were off from school, making this area particularly deserted. I glared at him furiously. He calmly asked, “Aubrey, you’re reborn too, aren’t you?” “You’re mad because I died for Tiffany, that’s why you’re treating me like this, right?” I sneered. “You guessed half right. So why do you think I’d let you manipulate me like I did in the last life?” The next second, several bodyguards burst in, restraining Caleb. They addressed me respectfully. “Miss Aubrey, we’ll take you to the exam room.” Having learned my lesson from the previous life, I had made thorough preparations. I had bodyguards follow me 24/7, ensuring I could smoothly attend the exam. The exam results came out quickly. Asher and I were accepted into Oxford early. Caleb, for attempting to prevent me from taking the exam and disrupting the exam process, was expelled from school. While my classmates cheered for Asher and me, Tiffany cried uncontrollably. “Caleb, didn’t your dad donate to build so many of these school buildings? How can they expel you? Go talk to him!” Just then, Caleb’s father arrived to pick me up. I pointed to the car not far away, my voice not loud, but clear enough for everyone to hear. “Caleb, your dad’s here. Do you want him to talk to the school?”
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