My longtime crush and I were about to make our relationship official, but I was willing to jump off a building just to escape the wedding.
Because I had been reborn.
In my previous life, we were married for more than twenty years and were the model couple in everyone's eyes.
Our happy days came to an abrupt end on our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.
She took her own life, and she and the man she had always loved died together.
Standing before her tombstone, I murmured a question:
“Do you regret marrying me?”
I knew I wouldn't hear a reply. I simply answered the question myself.
“I regret marrying you.”
When I woke again, I was back before the wedding.
I decided to run away from it.
This time, let us become strangers who know each other better than anyone.
Unexpectedly, she found me again, looking gravely ill, and said:
“I have never regretted marrying you. In this life or the last, you are the only person I have ever wanted to marry.”
