Rebirth: My Wife's Secret was Revealed By Me

To the outside world, my marriage to Luna was picture-perfect. But behind closed doors, it was a five-year prison of cold rejection. She shielded her heart, reserving all her love for her first flame, Felix Woods, while treating me as a mere scapegoat—even refusing to weep when I died protecting her. Now, granted a miraculous second chance at life, I refuse to play the fool again. I am reclaiming my freedom, tearing down the facade, and walking away from this sham of a modern romance.

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Chapter 2

"Felix is in excruciating pain. What's wrong with buying him a gift to cheer him up? You’re losing control of your temper more and more! You can't even do me a simple favor!" Luna snapped. "Will a video of Felix in torment be enough to shake you out of your moral slumber?"

Every time it was the same emotional blackmail. Every time, I had to sacrifice for Felix's happiness. I never wanted to step into Felix's hospital room again. Watching Luna gently tell stories to Felix or feed him made the doctors, nurses, and other patients assume they were married. I stood there, the perpetual outsider. Felix never thanked me, and Luna, always ordering me around, was no different. If I didn't comply, Luna would get upset, making me feel like I was just their hired help. Did I owe them something? Ridiculous!

“For five years, have you ever had a shred of love for me? Am I nothing more than a workhorse to you, just here to be used??” I burst out. “Is Felix my close friend? My father? Why should I take care of him? I'm living worse than a dog!”

Even though I've been reborn, the anger still burns when I talk about this. Luna fell silent. I continued, "I'm letting go, giving you freedom and giving myself freedom. Stop torturing me. Come back when you have time, and we'll sign the divorce papers and finalize everything."

With that, I hung up, not wanting to waste more words on Luna, and drove to my parents' house. In my past lifes, I lost too much revolving around Luna, even my life. This time, I want to make it up to my family and myself. My parents were delighted to see me.

"Oh, Evan, aren't you busy with work? How come you have time to visit us today?"

"I'll make some dishes," my mom said.

Hearing that, my nose stung, and seeing their table with only pickles and steamed buns brought me to tears.

"What's wrong?" Mom asked, her voice filled with panic. She hugged me tightly, just like she did when I was a child, gently patting my back. Dad, seeing my distress, turned and went into the bedroom. He returned with a bank card in hand. "The PIN is your birthday. Use it to cover any expenses. If it's not enough, I'll find a way to get more."

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