After Rebirth I Married My Fiancé's Uncle Novels & Stories

After all, if it were not for this rebirth, I would probably be still deluded. After these past few days, I had finally figured everything out. I truly, desperately wanted to make our marriage work. Yet, all the explanations I had carefully prepared were completely forgotten when Franklin returned, and I saw who was with him.

Then he picked up one of the records again. “This surname,” he muttered. “Vivian Hale…” “You recognize it?” “No. But I remember she disappeared briefly before the wedding.” His eyes lifted toward mine. “Said she was staying with cousins.” But now? Now it sounded like something else entirely. My uncle exhaled quietly before adding: “Then you were born the next year.” I looked up. “And suddenly,” he continued, “everything became perfect again.” The meaning behind that sentence hit me instantly. I was the real Briggs heir.

I woke with a start. The room around me was familiar, yet the searing pain from the fire still lingered in my mind. But strangely, my body bore no wounds at all. Before I could fully collect my thoughts, a knock sounded at the door, followed by my aunt's voice. Listening in on the conversation between my mother and aunt, I realized with startling clarity: I had been reborn. In my previous life, at this exact moment, my aunt and an old man from the island country of Zandumore were planning to move overseas. Before leaving, my aunt came to bid our family farewell.

And Adrian knelt before them. His black formal coat was immaculate, his shoulders straight. He was not wounded. He had not died in my arms. I looked down at my own hands. The fingers were slender and pale, and on the middle one I still wore that engagement ring. I had been reborn. Back to the day of the family council. The day Adrian first knelt before every Elder and asked to end our engagement, all for Clara. "The one I love is Clara. I can't marry Elena."

I don't know what he was up to, but I walked alongside with him to the after wedding afterparty. My face brightened the moment we walked into my father's grand living room which I later became a literal slave in after I married Dave. The couch was cleared, no table, all that was happening in the living room were people dancing. Almost half the pack members dancing in excitement. It's been ages I saw something this vibrant, this amazing. The only time I got to leave the house was when I had to show up as Dave's Luna and when I have to visit the hospital. This moment brought tears to my face, feeling sad, yet happy.

Her manner of speech and demeanor were entirely different from the Felicia of ten years in the future. This was the 18-year-old Felicia. I had truly gone back ten years into the past. Forcing back the bitter swell of emotions, I greedily took in the sight of her. "You don't wish to marry me because the man you genuinely want to marry is Samuel Gardner, isn't it?" Felicia let out a scoff. "And what if I do? Could you do us that favor?" I answered with utmost seriousness, "I can." My parents died on the battlefield to protect the country. Because of this, the king promised me a royal decree arranging a marriage where I could marry anyone I wanted.

“What nonsense is this? The arrangements have been made for months. This is not a game.” Ethan recovered quickly, laughing lightly as if I had told a poor joke. “Darling, if this is about wedding jitters, we can talk about it. I know the pressure has been immense, but we’re in this together.” Together. The word almost made me laugh. In my first life, I had believed that. I had clung to it like a lifeline. I looked directly at him, letting every ounce of my reborn fury show in my eyes. “No, Ethan. We are not in this together. And I am not marrying you. Not next week. Not ever.”

My husband's birthday and our third wedding anniversary. Four years before I…died. This could not be real. Was I really reborn? My prayers…they must have been answered. Oh, dear God… “Honey, is everything alright?” An eerily familiar voice filtered through my ears. Merrick. His hand covered mine, and I felt hives break out on my skin. I withdrew my hand quickly, feeling the room spin with so many curious stares. He let her kill me, and he dared to sit there like nothing happened. Like he ever loved me.

Thus, she made a pact with the malevolent deity at the mountaintop that governed matrimony, exchanging my family's lives for my fated marriage. That was the true cause of my family's demise in my past life. It turned out that even if my parents and I hadn't taken our own lives, we would have inevitably met an unnatural end. It was just that Hannah hadn't anticipated my rebirth, though. I was given a second chance to change my tragic fate, and the first thing I did in this present life was to marry a pig. In the end, the marriage partner Hannah so desperately coveted turned into a 330-pound pig. She refused to give up, so she returned to the malevolent deity, striking another deal to bear a c

"So, you even learned how to play hard to get, huh? Since your family's hosting your wedding in the village, who else can you marry but me? "Not to mention, you've been following me everywhere ever since I first came to the village! The entire village knows that you're bent on marrying me!" Then, Seth lowered his voice. "Stop pulling all these stunts, and I might consider sparing your pride by showing up at that wedding of yours. I don't want you to think about anything else." Cold sweat rolled down my back the moment I heard his words. Could it be that he was reborn as well? In my previous life, I only got to go through a wedding ceremony with Seth without obtaining our marriage license for