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Bing Xin
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On the genuine leather sofa, I opened my eyes groggily.
The housekeeper leaned in, "Madam, which outfit would you like to wear tonight?"
I glanced around the wardrobe, filled with a dazzling array of choices.
Rubbing my temples, I replied, "Let's go with that burgundy off-shoulder dress."
The housekeeper acknowledged and hurried off to prepare it.
Tonight, Duan Wei is taking me to a charity gala.
Duan Wei is my husband, and we have been married for eight years.
He is gentle and considerate, successful in his career, allowing me to live the enviable life of a wealthy socialite.
But I want a divorce.
Because I have been reborn.
In my previous life, the driver took a day off, and today a temporary driver is taking me there.
The driver wore a cap, obscuring his face from view.
It wasn't until just before I got out of the car that he turned to look at me and said, "Madam, we've arrived."
Only then did I see his face clearly.
My pupils constricted, and my mind went blank.
Because he was my high school first love, Lin Yifeng.
I had no idea how he became my driver.
But I thought this might be heaven giving me a second chance.
At the charity gala, I encountered Lin Yifeng again.
He was dressed to the nines, exuding the charm of a mature man.
Our gazes locked in the air, suspended in time.
After the gala ended and we returned home, Lin Yifeng's figure lingered in my mind, leaving me restless.
Duan Wei embraced me from behind, trying to be affectionate.
I brushed his hand away.
Duan Wei's movements froze; he grasped my shoulders and turned me to face him.
"What's wrong, Yan Yan?"
"Are you feeling too tired?"
"You've been so distracted lately; maybe you should see a doctor?"
His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with worry. My heart softened at the sight. But then I thought of Lin Yifeng, and my heart hardened again.
The next day, I told Duan Wei that I wanted a divorce. He remained silent for a long time before simply saying, "Alright."
We got divorced. Duan Wei left all his assets to me, worth over a hundred million. Yet he had worked so hard and sacrificed so much for this family. Guilt and gratitude filled my heart, but soon, I pushed those feelings aside.
Because I was with Lin Yifeng now. I arranged everything for him: I bought properties and vehicles, and even supported his elderly family member who needed surgery due to illness. He finally married me, and I became his bride.
On the day we went to get our marriage certificate, the sky was painted with vibrant clouds, and even the air felt sweet. We had finally achieved our happy ending. After getting the certificate, we planned to go on our honeymoon.
But on the night of our honeymoon trip, Lin Yifeng killed me. He used a fruit knife to slice through my carotid artery. Blood gushed out, staining our bright red wedding bedspread.
I stared at him in disbelief, my eyes wide open as if asking, "Why?" He only trembled as he dropped the knife, murmuring, "I'm sorry, Yan Yan."
"I... I just acted on impulse."
"Don't worry; I'll give you an explanation."
An explanation? What explanation?
I could hear nothing more. All I felt was my life slipping away rapidly. Then he hurriedly carried my body to the car and drove to the dock, throwing me into the vast sea.
My corpse lay submerged in the boundless darkness, forever in slumber. Yet my consciousness floated in mid-air, shadowing Lin Yifeng like a lingering specter.
I watched him as he held the belongings salvaged from the sea, tears streaming down my face. I saw him kneeling before the police, confessing with a heart full of sorrow. I witnessed his sentencing to three years in prison, with a five-year probation. I observed him feigning madness in jail, manipulating the system to gain medical parole. Then, he reappeared before me, his expression frenzied as he claimed he wanted to give me an explanation.
In that moment, he raised the very fruit knife that had once taken my life and plunged it deep into his own heart—everything came to an end.
Then, my consciousness was reborn. I found myself back on the day when the Temporary Driver was taking me to a charity gala.
As my thoughts settled, the nanny had prepared tonight's gown and jewelry. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror—exquisite makeup and splendid attire—and slowly curled my lips into a smile.
Tonight, I would face my ex-husband, Duan Wei. The last time we met, I had betrayed him. How would he treat me this time?
I awaited the encounter with anticipation.
At eight that evening, I sat at my vanity, a bouquet of white roses from Duan Wei resting on the table. Today marked the seventh day since his passing, and it was also the day he sent me white roses.
He would cry as he said to me, "Yan Yan, I've come to see you."
"Are you afraid down there all alone?"
"If you're scared of the dark, remember to send me a dream."
"I'll come keep you company, okay?"
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