Love That Burns Against Fate

“This glass of wine cannot be drunk.”

Countless words of explanation came to my head, but I just said this.

Quinton’s friends looked at each other, their eyes moving back and forth between me and Olivia.

I realized that everyone knew if Quinton liked Olivia.

Only I, his wife, knew nothing.

Endless sighs swayed back and forth in my heart, causing pain in my heart.

“I was not planning on drinking this.”

As soon as Quinton said this, everyone fell silent.

There was a clang behind me and the wine glass in Olivia's hand shattered to the ground.

I realized that Quinton's eyes had changed when he looked at me.

It was no longer the kind of disregard as before, but hatred.

Before that incident, Quinton and I had always been in a peaceful relationship. He should not look at me like that.

“Leah, don't think I don't know you put drugs in this glass of wine.”

Quinton leaned close to my ear and said this through gritted teeth.

I realized that I was not the only one who was reborn, but Quinton also.

I subconsciously turned my head to look at her and when our eyes met, I could clearly see his resentment towards me.

In his previous life, he always believed that I had drugged his wine and deliberately designed to expose the affair between him and Olivia. He hated me even more for making this matter known to everyone.

In the club's private room, he watched me being tortured and humiliated to death.

Even though I begged him on my knees, cried and shouted that it was not me who drugged me, he did not stop.

“Leah, you have tarnished Olivia's reputation and I will make you die with a stigma on your body. It would be best if you die in the underworld, where you are despised and ridden by thousands of people.”

Eyes like icy swords and every glance was like a torture.

After the two pairs of eyes overlapped infinitely, I came to my senses and was shaking with fear.

At this time, Olivia's voice sounded behind him, “Leah, I mixed this glass of wine for Quinton. It has no special meaning, just to thank him for helping my brother to go to school.”

Olivia came over with an apologetic look on her face, took my hand and explained affectionately.

But every look that fell on Quinton was so tender and affectionate.

In my previous life, when I married into the Hurst Family, the eldest brother of the Hurst Family had already passed away.

Quinton asked me many times to take good care of Olivia and I followed his instructions and treated her with all my heart.

I took her out for food, drinks and entertainment, introduced her to people and helped her expand her career. I always gave her a portion of anything I buy.

I even told her that Quinton refused to touch me.

Back then, she consoled me, guided me and offered words of wisdom like a steady light in my darkest hours.

Most of the means of seduction came from her, which made Quinton think that I was cheap from the bottom of his heart.

Finally I realized how stupid I was in my previous life. I did not even notice such obvious emotions surge.

“It's okay. I do not mind.”

I pretended nothing had happened and turned around to leave the venue.

Behind me, I heard the teasing from Quinton's friends, all of whom said that I had been jealous and unpresentable since I was a child.

In the past, I would have rushed in and argued with them.

But if I had my life to live again, I would never choose to do this again.

This time, I just wanted to leave.

At the banquet, Quinton took Olivia to meet many people, as if they were a couple.

I pretended nothing happened and waited for the party to end in boredom.

It was not until I walked past the room at the corner of the first floor again that I heard a faint panting sound from behind the half-open door.

Through the crack in the door, I saw Quinton's affectionate peach blossom eyes again.