I'm Reborn, but My Obsession With Him Is Not
I no longer deliver meals to my husband, Zachary Smith—the man who became the factory manager after receiving a scholarship that brought him to the city—since my rebirth.
I even make sure to detour using the gate at the factory's north side whenever he uses the southern gate after he finishes his meetings.
In my past life, I was fully aware he took me as his wife—a humble country woman—just for the chance to move to the city. Yet, I insisted on becoming his wife, anyway. After all, I was convinced that a person's true affections could be earned and nurtured.
Yet, Zachary maintained a constant, formal distance throughout our marriage. He would simply offer me a book the moment I attempted