Rebirth: Leave Her and Find True Love

In my previous life, I ate bread with cold water every day to keep my girlfriend, Cynthia Edwards.

The money saved was spent on her clothes, bags, and beauty and hairdressing services.

However, her request became even more unreasonable. She demanded that I transfer three million dollars to her within three months before marrying me.

Fearless of the sudden death from staying up late, I took on numerous jobs like crazy and even sold blood at the hospital. Ultimately, I managed to raise enough money.

But Cynthia used the money to check into a hotel with another man and secretly referred to me as a simp.

I was heartbroken. While wandering on the road, lost in a daze, I was struck and killed in a car accident.

After my death, Cynthia sneered, "He just lost his life, but I am cyberbullied because of him. I am really wronged!"

I opened my eyes again, only to find myself back on the day when bread was my only meal.

***

I woke up in my rental apartment.

To save money for Cynthia, I bought a lot of cheap bread.

After my nap, the bread on the table had become completely hard.

I was about to heat it up when my cell phone rang.

[Honey, can you transfer me two thousand dollars? I need it urgently.]

It was a message from Cynthia.

Each time she contacted me, it was to request money.

I stared blankly at the text on my phone, remembering that on this day in my previous life, Cynthia had also asked me for money.

But now, I only had 12 dollars.

During our two-year relationship, Cynthia often brainwashed me.

"A truly reliable man won't keep any money for himself. He will transfer all his funds to his wife, ensuring that he will have good fortune in the future."

In my previous life, I was so blinded by love that I believed everything Cynthia said was right.

Every time she asked me for money, I was ecstatic.

At that time, I thought that she wanted my money out of care and love. Otherwise, why wouldn't she spend other men's money?

So, I happily borrowed two thousand dollars from a friend and transferred it to her.

[Honey, take this money for now. I'll give you more in a few days once I've earned it.]

Cynthia quickly replied with a perfunctory OK meme.

I stayed awake for two days and nights, working tirelessly and risking my health before finally earning enough to repay my friend.

Cynthia's birthday was in two days.

I borrowed another 500 dollars from my friend and bought a chocolate cake, her favorite, to celebrate her birthday.

Cynthia answered my call in a very impatient voice.

"I'm busy right now. Can't I celebrate my birthday any other time? Don't bother me."

She wasn't free now, so I had to continue working part-time.

I took a job as a hotel cleaner.

To my surprise, I encountered Cynthia in a hotel with another man, where the room cost over one thousand dollars a night.

When I knocked on the door with the sex toy takeaway, she answered, wearing only her underwear.

Behind her came the sound of a man taking a shower. "Baby, hurry up. I can't wait!"

Cynthia saw that it was me.

She panicked but soon regained her composure.

"Samuel, since you've seen it all, get out of here.

"Let's break up."

I didn't even say a word.

She slammed the door shut.