Reborn in the 80's: I Choose to Remarry

"My son! My son! How could you leave like this? What am I, an old woman, supposed to do now? What about your wife and child?"

My mother-in-law's shrill, heart-rending cries dragged me back to my senses.

My gaze fell on the body lying in the coffin—a face identical to my husband, Tommy Robinson. I lowered my eyes, while a violent storm rose in my heart.

I had been reborn. And I had been reborn on the very day Tony Robinson's body was sent back.

That's right—the man lying in the coffin was not my husband, Tommy, but his twin older brother, Tony.

In my previous life, when news of Tommy's "death" arrived, I cried until my heart tore apart. I threw myself onto his body—only to suddenly notice that he did not have the small red mole behind his ear.

In that instant, I understood: Tommy wasn't dead at all. The "elder brother" escorting the body back was my real husband.

Filled with joy that he was alive—and confused as to why he'd do such a thing—I was about to confront him, when I accidentally overheard a conversation outside my mother-in-law's door, a truth even more shattering.

"Tommy, are you really going to take Tony's place and marry Amy in three days?"

My husband, who had faked his death, answered without hesitation.

"Of course, Mom. Tony and Amy were engaged for so long. She's been waiting for him to come back all this time. Now that Tony is no longer with us, what if she can't take the shock and follows him in death?

"You watched her grow up. Can you really bear to see her die with your own eyes?

"I'll marry Amy instead. If we have children, we'll register them under my brother's name. At least he'll have heirs legally."

My mother-in-law was clearly moved, but she still hesitated.

"Then what about Sarah? She's just a woman, and your son is only two and a half. Aren't you afraid she won't be able to hold on? Aren't you afraid she'll remarry?"

Hearing this, Tommy actually laughed.

"Mom, don't worry. Sarah is completely devoted to me. She wouldn't remarry! She's tough. Besides, we have our son. For our son's sake, she'll definitely endure everything."

If I'd never heard those words, I really would have done exactly what he said—stayed with their family for the rest of my life and raised our son to adulthood.

But after learning the truth, all I felt was injustice.

Furious, I pushed open the door, ready to expose Tommy's true identity in front of everyone—only for him to strike the back of my head without the slightest mercy.

When I woke up again, I had been locked inside the garage. I called out for help, but no one answered.

Tommy told everyone that I had lost my husband and gone insane from grief. No one believed me anymore.

From inside the garage, I watched him, beaming with joy, marry his childhood sweetheart, Amy Parker, and I heard with my own ears as they consummated their marriage.

Meanwhile, my two-and-a-half-year-old son and I cried desperately because we couldn't find each other, disturbing Amy's sleep.

She complained only once.

And Tommy, like a madman, went out and bought sleeping pills, slipping them into our son's food.

The flesh and blood I had carried for ten months died less than thirty feet from me.

After my son died, they felt no guilt at all. Amy held Tommy's arm and looked down at me from above.

"Poor Sarah, your fate is truly terrible. Your bad luck killed your husband, and now you've killed your son too. If it weren't for Tony's mercy, I wouldn't even have let you stay in this house.

"But to make me feel at ease, he already compensated me with all your money on behalf of his brother. From now on, you can just stay obediently in the garage."

"Tony" stood beside her, saying nothing. He only looked at her with eyes full of indulgent affection.

Only then did I finally realize: after marrying me, his heart had always belonged to his childhood sweetheart.

For her, he gave up his identity and his family. In his eyes, neither I nor his own flesh-and-blood son were worth even a single strand of Amy's hair.

Anger and hatred burned through me, but I couldn't even escape this tiny garage. In the end, I found a rope and ended my life in despair.

Even in the final moment of suffocation, I regretted marrying a beast like Tommy.

Fortunately, I had been reborn. There was still room to change everything.

Tommy was so certain I'd stay with him and his family for life?

Then I absolutely won't.