Chapter 1 Let's Divorce

In my previous life, I worked hard to marry into a wealthy family, only to be betrayed by the one I loved, and ended up with a broken family and ruined life. Reborn, I decided to divorce to save my life, making way for those despicable lovers. But the man who ignored me in the past life changed his attitude, sticking to me constantly, even worried I might fall for someone else, abandoning his so-called true love. **01** At Texas University. I watched the girl with a gentle smile and youthful energy from a distance. She wore a light pink dress, had golden curly hair, delicate features, and big, lively eyes. She was the pure and sweet type that Alan liked. I was momentarily stunned, seeing her walk towards me, her cute doll swinging in her hand. I felt like a withered tree encountering her thriving bud. I couldn't hold my balance and stumbled forward, falling to the ground. The girl quickly helped me up with a worried look, "Are you okay?" Snapping back to reality, I saw the doll and awkwardly pulled away, forcing a smile, "I'm fine, thank you!" She frowned slightly, "Are you sure? You looked like you were going to faint. Should I take you to the clinic? You look pale." I shook my head, "Really, I'm fine. Maybe the cold medicine made me drowsy." "Where are you going? I can take you," she insisted. I smiled weakly, "If you take me, what about your exam later?" She looked surprised, probably wondering how I knew about her exam. Such a kind girl. I pointed to a car in the distance, "Don't worry, someone is here to pick me up. Thank you! You should hurry to your exam!" After she helped me into the car, she smiled, showing her white teeth, "Alright, take care!" Watching her rush away, I felt a deep sorrow. A year later, this girl would make Alan fall deeply in love, willing to give up everything for her. After my rebirth, I immediately found her school. I was unwilling to accept it. I had been with Alan for over ten years. How could I not compare to a girl he had just met for a year? I couldn't accept that mentioning her name made Alan furious and warning me. He said if I dared to touch her, he wouldn't forgive me. That's when I realized he saw me as a cruel, vicious woman. Years of love became a joke. I observed this girl secretly for days, trying to find her flaws to prove I was better. As if doing so would prove Alan was blind. But she wasn't the vain, greedy girl I imagined. She was youthful, kind, and generous. I lost completely. No, I lost the moment I tried to belittle another woman to prove I deserved Alan's love. How pathetic, needing to demean someone else to feel worthy of love. Love is mutual. I gave Alan my unique love willingly, without asking for anything in return. Why should I compete with another woman for his love? In my past life, I fought with a woman I had never met for this so-called love. No, I fought with Alan because he protected her so well, I never even got close to her. In the end, I was battered and bruised, dragging my family into ruin by Alan. My cheeks burned, and my eyes welled up. The driver noticed my expression, "Madam, Mr. Alan is almost at the airport. Should we pick him up?" Tears fell on my hand, turning cold instantly. "No, let's go home." The driver was surprised. He knew I always personally picked Alan up from trips. But this time, I didn't go, nor did I send anyone. The driver said nothing, silently taking me home. Alan had been away for half a month. The large villa was eerily quiet, except for the maid and me. I don't know how long I sat in the living room before I heard the door open. Alan walked in. He habitually opened his arms, but I didn't take his coat or offer his slippers. Surprised, he looked at me on the sofa, then changed his shoes himself. "What's wrong? Not showing off our love to outsiders today?" He smiled lazily, legs crossed, sitting opposite me. That charming demeanor and handsome face were captivating. That's why I fell for him at a young age, even knowing our marriage was a business deal, I accepted it eagerly. I thought our relationship could grow over time. So, I treated him like a real husband, showing him my love. I believed one day he would be moved and love me back. But he never loved me. Three years, and he never touched me. I didn't want to repeat my past life's tragedy or have my family suffer from Alan's schemes. Looking at the man before me, I spoke calmly, "Alan, let's end this ridiculous marriage." Alan's lazy posture straightened, frowning, "You want a divorce?" Before I could answer, he sneered, "Aisha, enough with the games. I don't have time for this!" He got up to leave. I raised my voice, "Alan, I'm serious. Let's divorce." "You said our marriage was a business deal. Deals end, don't they?" "You don't love me, even hate me. Separating is good for both of us." "And you have your family's business now. You don't need a fake wife to stabilize things." The university's anniversary was approaching, and Alan, as an outstanding alumnus, would attend. At the event, a bright, sunny student, Linda, would be framed, and Alan would save her heroically. Under the influence of drugs, they would fall in love deeply. Their love was tragic and touching. Now, I had a chance to let them be together. I thought Alan would be happy to be rid of me, but he stared at me darkly.