My Childhood Friend Couldn't Warm My Heart, So After Being Reborn, I Married His Archenemy

In my previous life, on our wedding anniversary, my husband took his first love to a hotel and paid with my card. For twenty years, I catered to his every need, but he never once cared about me. I decided to divorce him, only to be murdered by his first love. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I confessed to him at university. I turned around, stopped my ex-husband’s archenemy, and pressed the chocolates I’d made into his arms. I thought the aloof, difficult campus heartthrob would reject me without hesitation. Instead, he stroked my hair. “Good girl. My hands are dirty, so feed me.”