Reborn: Wealth Over Love

"I believe you."

I looked at Ethan Hart, my tone steady and calm.

He studied my face carefully. When he saw no sign of anger, the deep crease between his brows finally eased.

Smiling, he pulled me into his arms. "Celia, I'm glad you understand. Sophie is just playful by nature. And with her grandfather gravely ill, I really had no choice."

I leaned obediently against his chest, but inside, I sneered.

In my previous life, it was precisely because I couldn't accept his so-called "no choice" that I rushed out and made a scene.

To vent his anger on Sophie's behalf, he ruthlessly crushed my parents' company, forcing them into bankruptcy and driving them to jump to their deaths.

I was dragged into a psychiatric hospital by him, forced to take medication, subjected to electric shocks, and beaten by the orderlies.

Sophie Collins would occasionally come to see me, nestling in Ethan's arms and mocking me for being like a dog.

In the end, I died on a bitterly cold winter night.

That was why, from the very first day I was reborn, I began secretly planning to transfer the assets under his name.

This time, I no longer believed in a man's love. I believed only in the money I could hold in my own hands.

Ethan kept talking to himself. "By the way, today is our third wedding anniversary. I'll make it up to you properly. I promise—no one will disturb us tonight."

He raised three fingers solemnly, swearing an oath.

I nodded and replied sweetly, "All right. Whatever you say."

Seeing how agreeable I was, Ethan's mood lifted immediately.

Over the next few hours, he busied himself with preparations.

From the balcony, I heard him on the phone, his voice deliberately lowered.

"The best table in the restaurant… yes, the one with a full view of the city lights. Is the fireworks display ready? It has to be grand… it's a surprise for her…"

Watching his bustling figure, I felt momentarily dazed. For an instant, I almost thought the Ethan who had loved me three years ago had come back.

I looked away and took out my laptop, opening the black operations interface.

Because of that Instagram post, Ethan, you've already used up one chance.

Within minutes, notification after notification popped up. The ownership of the luxury villas and cars under his name was transferred entirely to the overseas offshore trust I had set up in advance.

Altogether, those assets were worth more than 30 million.

I lifted the cup of coffee on the table—already stone cold—and took a sip.

The bitterness spread across my tongue, yet it made me feel more clearheaded and exhilarated than ever.