My parents, Robert Reed and Carol Jenkins, and I were all reborn together—right on my wedding day. In my previous life, my parents favored my sister Isabella Reed. They married Isabella off to Admiral Vincent Longfellow while forcing me to marry Frank Wilson, the factory owner’s mentally disabled son. However, Isabella, who followed Vincent to the island garrison base, spent her days enduring sea winds and eating canned food. More importantly, Vincent was infertile. Despite seeing countless doctors, Isabella could never get pregnant. She endured endless mockery and eventually died alone on that island. Meanwhile, after marrying Frank, I gave birth to seven children, each one brilliant. When they grew up, they took over the factory owner’s position and built the company into a business worth billions of dollars. Seeing me living prosperously while Isabella suffered on the island, my parents stabbed me to death with a knife. In this life, they’re pointing at Frank, telling Isabella to marry him. Afraid my parents might change their minds, I quickly grabbed Vincent’s hand and said, “I’m willing to marry you and go with you to the island garrison base!” ***** “Mr. Wilson, my younger daughter has a wonderful personality and graduated from high school. She’d be perfect for Frank.” Watching Robert eagerly pull Isabella toward the drooling, foolishly grinning Frank, I laughed mockingly. It seems I’m not the only one who was reborn. Isabella stared in disbelief, glanced at Frank with disgust, then looked pitifully toward Vincent, who stood unattended nearby. I smiled smugly at Isabella, then stepped forward to take Vincent’s hand. Afraid they might change their minds, I quickly said, “I’m willing to marry Vincent and go with him to the island.” Vincent looked at me with surprise but didn’t pull his hand away. Isabella’s eyes turned red with anger, her expression fierce as she tried to lunge at me. Fortunately, Carol was quick to cover her mouth and drag her away. Looking at Robert, who was busy flattering factory owner Tom Wilson, along with Carol and Isabella, I smiled apologetically at Vincent. I was actually quite helpless. Isabella and I are twins, but we’ve lived completely different lives since childhood. While she wore designer dresses and acted spoiled in our parents’ arms, I had to handle all the household chores. Even so, our parents never gave me any attention or love. In my previous life, my parents went to great lengths to choose Vincent for Isabella—a man who became an admiral at such a young age—hoping only for her happiness. To arrange this marriage, they gave many gifts to the matchmaker. Eventually, Vincent’s parents, worried he couldn’t find a wife, agreed to the engagement. My marriage was merely a tool for my parents to curry favor with Tom. They knew Tom was worried about finding a wife for his mentally disabled son, so they proactively suggested I marry Frank. My parents thought that since I did housework at home and knew how to take care of people, I’d be perfect for Frank. Though Frank’s mother felt I wasn’t good enough for Frank, she reluctantly agreed in the end. Since Frank had become an adult, his mother wanted to find him a companion. Besides, I wasn’t valued at home anyway. Frank’s mother figured that if I became disabled in the future, they could just give some compensation and be done with it. So our marriage was settled just like that. My parents originally thought Isabella would be happy following Vincent, while I would struggle through life serving a mentally disabled man. But things didn’t develop as they expected. Shortly after the wedding, Isabella followed Vincent to the island. She hadn’t expected the base conditions to be so harsh, with extremely scarce supplies. Before long, Isabella was crying on the phone, saying she wanted a divorce and to come home. After Carol’s persuasion, Isabella gave up on that idea. Isabella wanted to get pregnant so she could leave the island, but no matter what she tried, she couldn’t conceive. Eventually, she suffered endless mockery and died of depression. In contrast, everyone thought my life would be difficult, yet I gave birth to seven sons in a row, each one brilliant. The Wilson family regarded me as a hero, and my life got better and better. When I received news of Isabella’s death, I hurried home to comfort my parents. But I was being presumptuous. I still remember my parents’ vicious expressions: “You b*tch, you should be the one who died. Isabella suffered on that island—why do you get to be so happy?” “You should be the one who’s dead. If there’s a next time, I’ll make sure Isabella has the good life!” After saying this, they stabbed me with a knife—eighteen times, each stab fatal. Watching Isabella, whose expression changed to wild joy after Carol’s persuasion, I smiled. I thought: “I wonder if they’ll still be able to smile when they discover they’ve personally pushed Isabella into a hellish marriage?”
Isabella had no objections, and just like that, their marriage was settled. After all, compared to my dark complexion and slender frame, Isabella’s voluptuous figure was undoubtedly more appealing. The Wilson family’s vast empire needed heirs to carry on the legacy. As for Vincent, no one cared about his thoughts at the moment. Even if he felt slighted and wanted to call off the engagement, my parents couldn’t care less. I felt a pang of sadness as I looked at Vincent. “Life at the garrison base is tougher than you imagine. Can you handle it?” Vincent glanced down at my hand gripping his tightly and asked expressionlessly. I nodded frantically in response: “I can do it. I can handle hardship.” Vincent seemed about to say something but ultimately just smiled and remained silent. Unlike Isabella, if I missed my chance with Vincent, my life would only become more miserable. I didn’t care about the harsh conditions at the base or Vincent’s inability to have children. At least in my previous life, Vincent had never mistreated Isabella. Being able to live like a normal person was enough for me. And so my marriage to Vincent was also settled. On the wedding day, my house was bustling with activity. Isabella and I were both marrying men of status and position on the same day, and people came in droves to congratulate us. Isabella and I sat together in the bridal preparation room, waiting. “Mr. Wilson truly lives up to his reputation as a factory owner—that engagement ring is three carats!” “Mr. Wilson is certainly more generous than Colonel Longfellow. Isabella really is the apple of everyone’s eye.” Isabella beamed with pride at these words. In my previous life, because Vincent’s engagement ring wasn’t as expensive as Frank’s, Isabella had thrown a tantrum in the preparation room. In the end, Carol promised to give Isabella all the jewelry the Wilson family had given me, and only then did Isabella happily head out. As for my situation of having my jewelry stolen, no one cared. “See that? No matter how capable Vincent is, he’s still just a poor man! I’m marrying Frank—I’ll live a life of luxury.” Isabella stared at the jewelry box in the living room, her eyes full of greed. Before I could respond, voices drifted in from outside the window. “The Wilson family must be generous! Frank is not only mentally disabled but also violent. If Tom were stingy, no girl would marry Frank.” Isabella’s face went deathly pale upon hearing this, and she suddenly screamed at me: “Don’t get smug! Mother said I’d be happy. You’ll just be laughed at eating canned food at the base!” Looking at Isabella’s forced bravado, I nodded dismissively. I didn’t care what her future life would be like. After today, they would all be irrelevant to me. The jeep’s engine rumbled right on time outside the door. Ignoring Isabella as she climbed into the luxury car, I walked straight toward Vincent’s sedan. Disregarding Vincent’s cold expression, I smoothly pulled open the passenger door. I didn’t look back at my teary-eyed mother or my fake-smiling father. I hoped they would enjoy this moment, because their future lives were going to be quite miserable.
Compared to the Wilson family who lived in the city, the Longfellows lived right here in town, very close to our house. The party in the front yard was in full swing. I ate the spaghetti Vincent had brought me while contemplating the future. Soon, Vincent returned to the room reeking of alcohol. Though it was early spring, seeing Vincent standing there so upright, I inexplicably felt a wave of heat. “It’s getting late. Time to rest.” Vincent said while unbuttoning his collar. Seeing him stumble with glazed eyes, I hurried forward to steady him, only to be suddenly pulled into his embrace. His burning breath washed over me. Soon, my thoughts dissolved into chaos. When I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside. Feeling terrible about oversleeping, I hurriedly got up to wash and dress. “Don’t rush. Mom’s already prepared breakfast.” Vincent was leaning against the doorframe at some point, holding a glass of water and watching me fumble around. “Oversleeping on our first day of marriage is so rude of me.” In my previous life, the morning after my wedding, I had passed out from the torment of the night before and overslept. Frank’s mother had given me a severe scolding for it. My attempts to explain only made her torture me more viciously. At this memory, I trembled all over. “What’s wrong with sleeping in a bit? When I’m at the base, Mom often locks the door and sleeps until noon.” Seeing my strange expression, Vincent joked. We walked into the dining room. Just as he’d said, Margaret wasn’t angry at all. Instead, she pushed the bacon and eggs toward me, saying, “You two must be exhausted. After breakfast, have Vincent take you to Walmart to buy some household items.” Seeing Vincent’s mother Margaret Nelson’s gaze frequently falling on my stomach, I sighed inwardly. I thought to myself: “Vincent can’t have children. Margaret is probably going to be disappointed.” “Margaret, we don’t need to prepare anything special.” I set down my knife and fork. “Now that I’m married, I have no more ties to the Reed family. We’re all family now.” Margaret looked surprised and was about to say something when Vincent winked at her. She immediately changed her tune: “Then you two should go buy plenty of casual clothes! We’ll all get along wonderfully. “Vincent has never spent his military allowance. You two go buy lots of things. You’ll be flying to the Hawaii base soon.” Looking at the gentle Margaret and Vincent, I was deeply moved. After dinner, Vincent pushed his bicycle while I struggled to hop onto the back seat. This time, he took the initiative to grab my hand and help me wrap my arms around his waist. Seeing his bright red ears, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter, completely forgetting my earlier feelings of disappointment. My new life had begun. At Walmart, Vincent pulled out a wad of cash and stuffed it into my hands. “The conditions at the Hawaii base are pretty rough, so we need to buy everything we’ll need here and take it with us.” Then he looked me up and down. “But first, let’s get you some clothes.” Before I could refuse, Vincent took my hand and headed straight for the clothing section. Looking at my jacket—clean but faded white from countless washes—I didn’t object. “Let’s grab some chocolate to take along too. You can give it to your fellow soldiers.” While we were shopping, Isabella appeared in front of us near the spaghetti aisle. Unlike yesterday’s radiant beauty, Isabella now looked pale, dressed in long sleeves and pants. She said, “What are you staring at? This morning my husband’s mother gave me five thousand dollars and told me to buy whatever I wanted. “You two are so poor, shopping for cheap stuff here.” Isabella looked at us with disdain, pulled several hundred-dollar bills from her pocket, and said smugly. “Really? So the Wilson family likes you that much. I thought that was compensation money they gave you.” At these words, Isabella’s expression changed. She ran her fingers through her hair and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just jealous that I’m doing well.” Just then, Frank’s voice rang out: “Honey, honey, come play with me…” Hearing this, Isabella showed an expression of pain and disgust, turning to leave. But Frank had already spotted her and came forward to grab her hand, saying, “Honey, why are you ignoring me? “Why won’t you talk to me? Don’t you like me?” When Isabella still didn’t respond, Frank kept shaking her hand. This gesture would be cute coming from a child, but performed by Frank—five foot three and 231 pounds—it wasn’t cute at all, just annoying. The commotion attracted shoppers who came over to watch the spectacle. Seeing more and more onlookers gathering, the vain Isabella finally couldn’t take it anymore and yanked her hand away from Frank’s. “You’re so annoying! Go home to your mommy!” After saying this, she turned to leave. But the next second, a loud slap echoed through the store. All the onlookers fell silent. Isabella was stunned.
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