Reborn Rebirth Short Stories & Hypocrisy Face Slapping Novels

The day my family and the Fido family decided I should marry Callum Fido, I shocked everyone by rejecting the arrangement. Without hesitation, I instead chose Jaxon Fido, Callum’s uncle. Everyone was stunned. After all, everyone in Central City knew I, Moon Sawyer, had loved Callum more than I loved myself. When I was young and naive, I had declared I would marry no one but him. I followed him for ten years and lost who I was in the process. If he told me to go left, I would never dare turn right. If he told me to jump into the ocean, I would have done it without thinking. In my past life, I got to marry Callum, just like I always wanted. But on our wedding day, he shut the door in my face. He pressed the knife he had personally sharpened against my chest and said, “The one I love and want to marry has always been Ruby. The only way you’ll enter this house is as a dead body.” Ruby Sawyer was my sister. The Fido family had called him ungrateful and forced him to go through with the marriage. But after the wedding, he kept looking for women who looked like Ruby and flaunted his affection for them in front of everyone. He let every one of his mistresses insult me, belittle me, and walk all over me. When I was pregnant, I was pushed down the stairs, and both my baby and I died. With a second chance at life, I chose to stay away from him and let him be with Ruby. But I never expected that the day the Fido family agreed to my new engagement, Callum would completely lose his mind.

Not long after getting married to my husband, he says he wants to teach me how to scuba dive. My leg cramps when I'm practicing alone in the deep sea. However, my husband, a swimming instructor, chooses to save his unattainable love—she's jumped into the sea to commit suicide. I don't ask him for help. Instead, I allow myself to slowly sink. In my past life, I stopped my husband from leaving. He saved me with gnashed teeth and allowed his first love, Millie Quirke, to drown. By the time he went to save her, she'd already disappeared in the water. He comforted me and told me it was okay, that he was glad he'd saved me. However, one night, he brought me back to the seaside. Just as I let my guard down, he grabbed my neck and plunged my face into the water. Then, he dragged me out before I could suffocate. "You were just cramping—it would've passed! But Millie got dragged away by the current because of you! You can remain in the ocean with her!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day I was scuba diving.

A woman in an expensive evening gown collapsed outside my clinic. I treated her and spent the entire night saving her life. But when her fiancé arrived, he demanded coldly, "You drugged her, didn't you?" Only then did I learn she was one of the capital's most famous heiresses. When she woke up, she spoke as if offering me charity. "Close your clinic. I own a mansion in the hills. You'll live there from now on, and I'll visit you once a week." After the initial shock, I firmly refused. Her fiancé slapped me across the face. "Still not satisfied? You think a country bumpkin like you deserves to be the Dawson heiress' husband?" I threw them out. Within a day, health inspectors and police officers came one after another. My clinic was shut down, my landlord evicted me, and the neighbors gathered around, accusing me of running an illegal clinic. I tracked the woman down and furiously demanded answers, but she merely swirled her red wine and gave a resigned smile. "The poor boy who refuses a handout? That story's old, and you're a terrible actor. Drop the act." "You saved me on purpose because you wanted to seduce me, didn't you?" She locked me in her hillside mansion and said she would take her time training me. But a late-night fire put an end to my life. When I opened my eyes again, a heavy thud came from outside my clinic. I kept my eyes on my tea, took a sip, and pretended I heard nothing.