Lifetime partners in grudge, we parted ways after rebirth
I spent a significant part of my life in an unhappy marriage with Caspian.
In our final moments, we exchanged harsh words, vowing never to encounter each other in another lifetime.
He blamed me for tying him down with our marriage and children, claiming it cost him his dream of becoming a singer in New York.
I resented him for neglecting his ailing parents and our kids, leaving me to shoulder the burden while he enjoyed life outside.
In our shared resentment, we were given a second chance.
When our eyes met in a crowd, we turned away without a second thought.
This time, I hope we don’t look back with regret.
- 1.
The day I decided to change my major, my dad glanced at me from the study and nodded approvingly.
“Good, with your grades, you should aim for a top university! Stop running after that Parker boy!”
Mom overheard from the kitchen, hurried over, and pulled Dad away with a stern look.
Watching them leave, I felt a sudden sting of emotion.
In my previous life, I had run out at night to meet Caspian at the train station.
My parents died in a car accident while searching for me, and I never got to say goodbye.
Fighting back tears, I clicked the confirmation button for my major change without hesitation.
- 2.
In my past life, Caspian, my childhood sweetheart, abruptly announced he wanted to pursue a singing career in New York.
Before that, he always said his dream was to be with me and attend the same college.
I sacrificed my high score to apply to a second–tier college with him.
But just days before we received our acceptance letters, he chose to chase his dream in New York.
His sick parents came to my door at night, pleading with me to find their son.
I went, leading to my parents‘ accident as they worriedly followed me.
When Caspian returned, his parents told him he owed me for my parents‘ deaths, so he was obligated to compensate me.
They pressured him into an engagement, planning to marry right after college.
But in my second year, I became pregnant, forcing me to pause my studies.
We hastily got our marriage certificate, I gave birth, and cared for the child. Two years flew by. I was eager to return to school, but his sick parents moved in with us for treatment.
Caspian said I should understand; his parents had sacrificed for his education and now needed care.
As for him, he had to work and support the family.
For his sake, I didn’t mention that his $3,500 monthly salary barely covered formula and household expenses.
Eventually, I sold my family’s old house to pay for his parents‘ treatment and raise our kids.
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While I sacrificed my education and managed the household, he spent his salary on friends and music, insisting it was for his dream.
The pressure suffocated me. After failed attempts to communicate, we fought constantly.
He accused me of being narrow–minded and blamed me for dragging him back, saying he could’ve been a star in New York.
He accused me of using my parents‘ deaths as emotional leverage, forcing him to marry me.
I retaliated, calling his dream foolish and his singing talent nonexistent.
When he mentioned my parents‘ death, I snapped and lunged at him, only to be pushed away.
After that, Caspian started staying out. His parents blamed me for upsetting him, forgetting they had begged me to find him.
In that broken life, I tightened my belt and worked odd jobs to support the family.
But my kids never warmed up to me, clinging to Caspian instead.
I thought they’d eventually understand, but they grew up, married, and wanted to live with Caspian, treating me coldly.
“Mom, you controlled us too much. We’re done with lectures.”
“Dad’s dreams were crushed by you. We’re taking him to New York to chase them again.”
“Grandpa and Grandma were right; you want everyone to live by your rules. You’re selfish!”
I never expected such words from my children. Devastated, I returned home to find Caspian packing, gloating about leaving me for a better life.
After twenty years of managing the household, I was left with accusations of selfishness and control.
Why could Caspian be so carefree? Ignoring family responsibilities yet becoming the hero to our kids?
I shoved him, and he, stunned, grabbed a vase and threw it at me.
“How dare you! I’ll beat you senseless!”
Our deaths were retribution for our mutual violence.
As we collapsed, I prayed never to meet Caspian again in another life.
- 3.
The day I was reborn was the day I changed my major.
Seeing my parents still with me, I resolved not to get involved with Caspian again.
After finals, parties followed one after another. After one gathering, I saw Caspian laughing with some friends nearby.
“I heard Caspian’s dropping out to become a singer in New York!”
“Wow, living the dream! We should get his autograph now before he becomes a star!”
“Celeste, weren’t you and Caspian childhood friends? Did you know about his plan?”
A friend nudged me, and I glanced through the crowd, meeting Caspian’s eyes.
In that moment, I knew Caspian had been reborn too.
