After the surgery, my brain nerves were damaged, leaving me paralyzed and confined to bed, enduring endless pain.
I completely understood then that she hated me to the core.
From the day I personally sent Noah to prison, she had never stopped hating me.
Until my death, I couldn't understand how she could still harbor deep love for Noah, even knowing he approached her only for money, and see me as a thorn in her side, finally finding a chance to take revenge.
It turns out that when someone becomes despicable, there is no reasoning behind it.
Fortunately, heaven pitied me and gave me a second chance at life.
In this life, I left all choices to her.
I also wanted to see with my own eyes if her despicable behavior was her pursuit in both lives.
I didn't immediately propose a divorce.
That night, my son Gabe and I continued to celebrate Arianna's birthday.
She tried hard to conceal her feelings, pretending to be open and sincere, but was still absent-minded.
After all, her teenage crush had reappeared in her life, still charming and even more mature, leaving a significant impact on her.