After Rebirth, I Refused to Be His Replacement
In my last life, I was Adrian Moretti’s wife for ten years.
Everyone said he loved me. They called me the luckiest woman in Chicago’s mafia world.
Then I overheard him making his will.
The Moretti shares, offshore trusts, and port revenue would all go to Noah, the boy I had raised with my own hands.
The son Adrian had with Celeste, the woman he had loved before me.
He had even chosen to be buried beside her, not me.
That was when I finally understood.
Ten years of marriage, and I was nothing but a replacement paving the way for his first love and their son.
That night, I died in a car crash.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Adrian had to choose his wife.
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