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After my rebirth, I, Phoebe Collins, decisively severed all ties with Walter Welch.
He chose to live on the east side of town, so I bought a house with its own yard on the west side.
We were separated by half the town’s distance.
When he occasionally brought his child to my house for dinner, I would lock myself in my room, pretending to be sick to avoid seeing them.
When I learned he had voluntarily applied to transfer to our factory, I submitted my resignation overnight and left for New York.
All because in my previous life, I had loved him for forty years, and been blamed by him for forty years
He always compared me to his first love, Ana Greene, believing I had ruined his dream of becoming factory director.
Even before my death, he was already making grand preparations for his wedding with Ana.
Even Austin Welch, my stepson whom I had raised with such care, was busy helping with the arrangements.
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Only I lay alone on my deathbed, waiting for death by myself.
Living again, I never wanted to experience such a failed life a second time.
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“Phoebe! You’re still dozing off here? Ana asked Walter out alone again!”
“Phoebe, wake up!”
I opened my eyes to urgent calls.
The roar of textile machinery mixed with several people’s shouts quickly flooded my cardrums, and the faded slogans on the wall made my eyes ache.
I thought: “Ana? Walter?”
“What are you standing there for? Go quickly! Ana’s taking advantage of being the factory director’s daughter, specifically asking Walter out when you’re working the night shift!”
“If you don’t stop her, Walter’s going to say yes!”
Several female workers pushed me toward the door.
Passing by the window, I happened to see Ana not far away, pushing her bicycle while talking to Walter about something.
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Malter’s face showed an embarrassed expression, and his gaze kept glancing toward our direction.
I was thunderstruck and quickly broke free from the crowd to check the calendar.
The calendar clearly showed April 15, 1980.
I had actually returned to forty years ago, and it was precisely the day that would change my fate.
I remembered the previous life had the same scene.
Ana confessed to Walter and invited him to bring Austin to the park the next day.
I had always thought years of devotion could earn his response. I shared my wages with him, and he never refused, so I thought he had accepted our relationship by default.
Moreover, he had told me many times that Ana always pestered him, making him feel annoyed and troubled.
So under my coworkers‘ instigation, I grabbed a wrench and rushed to the two of them, beating Ana in front of half the textile factory workers.
What I didn’t expect was that in the security office afterward, Walter blamed me for being too impulsive.
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He insisted he never felt Ana was bothering him, had never agreed to be with me, and even personally treated Ana’s wounds in front of everyone.
Later, I was transferred to do menial work for three whole years because I had offended Ana, until her father’s embezzlement was exposed and I could return to: treatment was far worse than before.
Now that heaven had given me a chance to start over, I couldn’t possibly be foolish enough to repeat the same mistakes!
I turned around and put the wrench back in the toolbox, the metallic clang startling everyone.
I said indifferently: “What’s it to me? One’s an unmarried man, the other’s an unmarried woman. Isn’t it normal for them to want to develop a romance? Why sho
The room instantly fell into dead silence, and Gianna Michell was so shocked she dropped her cup on the floor.
After all, everyone knew I had liked Walter for a long time.
I had liked him since he was young. Even after he married someone else, I never let go of those feelings, just buried them deep in my heart.
After his wife died, I devoted everything, spending most of my
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monthly wages on him and his son.
For someone who loved him so deeply to suddenly say she was letting go, no one would believe it.
Gianna said: “Phoebe, you… you’re not confused with anger, are you? Walter might just be too embarrassed to refuse her, you…”
“Gianna, stop.” I interrupted her, my tone more determined than ever before. “I admit I did like Walter before, but now I’ve figured it out–feelings can’t be force planning for my own future. I can’t spend my whole life chasing after someone who doesn’t think much of me, don’t you think?”
Since I spoke so decisively, they couldn’t persuade me further.
They just stood at the door watching me leave, whispering among themselves, probably guessing whether I had been stimulated by something.
I pretended not to hear and walked past the two people nearby, my gaze meeting Walter’s across the distance.
In that look he gave me, I finally understood–it was the smug expression of someone expecting two women to fight over him.
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