Chapter 1

It was the darkest of nights. In the silence, Ethan Grayson's warm lips slid across my neck as I hugged him tightly. My heart was filled with joy but also bitterness.

He was in a drunken daze. His breaths were labored, and his movements became more and more hurried. In the heat of the passion, I muttered his name.

"Ethan…"

"Ding!"

The tension in the room was interrupted by a shrill ringing sound. Ethan and I turned around at the same time. The screen lit up with the word "Leah".

A suffocating panic rose up within me. In the darkness, I couldn't see Ethan's expression. However, I could feel him moving.

With courage from god knows where, I went all in. I lifted my head to kiss him. Yet, Ethan moved aside without hesitation. He got up to grab his phone.

A woman's soft voice came through the earpiece.

"Ethan."

Just then, Ethan walked over to the window in large strides to answer the call. He didn't even have the time to turn on the lights.

Under the moonlight, his expression was filled with a gentleness that he had never shown me before.

All those feelings of love were instantly swept away. My cold heart was left with the feeling of being wronged, defeat, and despair. Finally, Ethan hung up the call.

"Clack!"

The blinding lights turned on. Ethan's brow furrowed. A cold expression was plastered on his face.

"Did you pick up Leah Grant's call earlier?"

Though he was asking, his tone was full of certainty. It was like he wanted me to fess up. I fell silent and smiled bitterly.

"Yeah. Not only did I answer the call, but I also deleted the call history. I even got you drunk so that you wouldn't know she came back today."

Upon hearing my confession, anger built up in Ethan's dark eyes. His expression sank like he couldn't be bothered with me. He picked up his clothes from the floor and made to leave.

"Ethan!" I grasped the bedsheets tightly. Holding back tears, I asked, "Must you go visit your ex-girlfriend on our wedding anniversary?"

Ethan stopped for a moment. "Leah needs me urgently. Evelyn Wiley, I'm letting you off the hook for today, but this is the last time," he said.

Leah needed him? Then what about me? I shivered slightly in despair.

"If you leave, I'm breaking up with you."

Ethan's expression darkened as he couldn't hold it in anymore. "Whatever."

Then, the door was slammed shut. I let go and lay down on the bed powerlessly. The tears I had been holding back finally flowed out.

So, even this hard-fought marriage had to come to an end. It hurt to look at our wedding photos on the wall. I couldn't stay in this bedroom any longer.

At a loss, I drove around the city aimlessly. I somehow made it to Ethan's and my high school unknowingly.

A photo of our graduating class was still on the bulletin board. At the time, I did all I could to stand beside Ethan. Yet, when the shutter was pressed, his gaze was directed toward another woman.

It seemed like it was already set in stone.

I had liked Ethan ever since high school. Back then, he was the most handsome boy in school. He was excellent in his studies too. What's more, he came from a well-to-do family. He simply had it all.

I racked my brain to find opportunities to get closer to him. I studied day and night to keep up with him. I knew his interests inside out just to please him. Yet, he had someone else in his heart. He never reciprocated my efforts the entire time.

In university, Ethan and Leah began dating. I cried a lot. We drifted apart after some time until his family met with a crisis during graduation year.

Judas Grayson, his father, fell seriously ill and was hospitalized. Leah had left the country too. Ethan was at his wits' end. I decided to abandon my studies to help him settle matters in his company and take care of his father.

After all was said and done, Ethan asked what I wanted in return. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest seeing the man I liked for so long.

"I want you to marry me."

With him owing me a favor, I got what I wanted. However, he didn't love me. Our relationship grew apart after three years of marriage.

His coldness and busyness seemed to be like a punishment for my underhanded methods. Still, I was unwilling to let go. I trudged through our marriage wholeheartedly.

But now, Leah was back, and all my calculated efforts to make him stay meant nothing in the face of Leah's call.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Notifications rapidly appeared on the phone.

"I saw Leah and Ethan at the hospital!"

"Are they getting back together?"

"They ought to! That match made in heaven is finally getting back together!"

"I thought I heard that Ethan was married?"

"That's right. Apparently, the lady's the calculative type. She kept pestering him, but Ethan never mentioned it. Perhaps they've already broken up long ago."

The messages in our classmates' group chat hurt to look at. I hung my head and cried in despair.

Indeed, they were a match made in heaven. But I was just a mediocre housewife, a calculative woman in the eyes of others. Ethan wouldn't even bother mentioning his wife.

My entire love life was just a huge joke. If only I hadn't fallen in love with Ethan back then…

The strong lights from afar were blinding. A dark figure zipped by across the street. Instinctively, I yanked the steering wheel. The world spun around me, and what seemed like flames rose up.

Who knows how long had passed when…

Ring…

A sharp ringing echoed in my ears, followed by the sound of nonstop chattering. I couldn't take it any longer. Rubbing my head, I snapped, "Shut up!"

As I said that, the noise came to a stop. It felt like I had broken out of my shackles. I strained and opened my eyes. Before me was a pair of cold, jet-black eyes. His young, elegant gaze was familiar, but also foreign.

Instinctively, I spoke. "Ethan?"

I flashed back to when I drove off the cliff to avoid a cat. The sound of explosions was still audible. Did someone save me?

The youngster before me furrowed his brow and straightened his lips. "Now what, Evelyn?"

I was shocked to hear that cold voice. No.

The youngster before me was wearing a school uniform. Though his gaze was cold, it had an air of arrogance and youthfulness to it. It wasn't that mature indifference he'd get later.

Was this the Ethan I knew in high school?

Dazed, I looked around. Just then, I noticed that Ethan and I were standing on a rostrum. Below us was a crowd of students. The headmaster stood to our side with a dark expression.

A banner was hung up on a tree. It read, "St. Nicholas University 100 Days Pledge Anniversary Event".

I pinched myself. The pain made a chill run down my spine and my heart practically shivered. Was I not dreaming? Had I been reborn?

I had returned to seven years ago. Today was exactly 100 days to the college entrance exams. Today was also my 18th birthday.

When Ethan was young, he was impatient toward me. However, it was more like an avoidance rather than the indifference after we got married.

Noticing my silence, he furrowed his brow arrogantly. He said sternly, "Evelyn Wiley! This is the 100 Days Pledge Anniversary Event! The point here is to strive for our college entrance exams. It's to chase after our dreams! Whatever it is, say it after the exams are over!"

That familiar dialogue jogged my memory. Indeed, to celebrate my coming of age, I was going to confess to Ethan on the Pledge Anniversary Event!

I backed up three steps in fright. The mouthpiece in my hand rang sharply. I felt beyond awkward looking at Ethan.

Chapter 2

When I was 18, I thought a confession like this was a show of bravery. That was what youth was all about. But now, I just wanted to slap myself in the face.

What bravery? What youth? Was I insane? Thankfully, I hadn't confessed yet just then. There was still a chance to take it back.

It didn't matter what had happened. Since I was given another chance, I wouldn't bother with Ethan any longer. I wasn't going to repeat the tragedy of my past life.

I inhaled deeply and put the mouthpiece up to my mouth. Earnestly, I swore, "Indeed, Grayson. I have reflected on my ways. I apologize for any inconvenience I have caused you!

"Please don't worry. I have made amends. There is no more puppy love within my heart. Only our studies and dreams remain."

Ethan was silent. He was clearly stunned. Shock was written all over his face. I turned to run off stage quickly. The crowd was stunned too.

"Evelyn's giving up on Ethan?"

"She's giving up? Ethan's turned down so many other girls. Only Evelyn wouldn't back down. She's still so passionate even after getting rejected so many times. She even made a bet with someone last month that she'd get into St. Nicholas University together with Ethan."

"She must've bit off more than she could chew. She's giving up because she wants to save face, isn't she?"

"Ethan must be over the moon. He's finally rid of that pest."

Amongst all the chatter, the youngster watched as that figure ran off. His gaze was even colder. There wasn't even a hint of joy.

I ran back to the classroom. My heart was beating nonstop. I saw my face in the small mirror on my desk.

Though I was young at 25 years old, I had already lost the glint in my eye after three years of struggle after marriage and family matters.

My complexion was already pale due to not getting enough sleep often. Only foundation could cover up the thick dark circles around my eyes.

Yet, in the mirror was a young lady with fair skin. She had pearly teeth and luscious lips. She looked healthy and beautiful. Youthful energy radiated all over her body.

This 18-year-old me was the true me! It was then that I felt joy pool up within me. I was truly reborn.

"What're you looking at? Ethan's not going to look at you regardless of how pretty you are," someone scoffed and said.

"Everyone knows his childhood sweetheart is Leah!"

I came to my senses and saw some girls crowding around Leah. She seemed to look down awkwardly and didn't deny it.

I smiled at the girl who had spoken earlier. "Thanks for the compliment. I think I'm quite pretty too."

She looked upset. I was still angry seeing my love rival. Not to mention, Leah did all sorts of things to get on my nerves after I got married to Ethan in my past life.

She was always getting in the way of our relationship. She was the cause of our broken marriage. I did not like her. But now, I had no intention of being the protagonist of this drawn-out love triangle.

I said to Leah, "The college entrance exams are in three months. I just want to study harder. I hope things work out for you two."

I was honest, but Leah stared at me suspiciously. She chuckled and said, "Evelyn, I know that your bet to get into St. Nicholas University with Ethan was just a joke. Don't pressure yourself."

There she goes again. I pursed my lips together.

Leah always seemed friendly on the outside. Yet, she knew just how to send people off the edge. Just as she said that the crowd of girls started mocking me.

"I hate people like that. The nerve of her to mess with someone else's relationship! To think she'd say something like getting into St. Nicholas University just to get Ethan's attention."

"With her results? It's a miracle if she can even get into St. Anderson University, not to mention St. Nicholas University."

"Tomorrow's the second trial exam. I can't wait for you to make a fool of yourself!"

In my previous life, I would've gotten upset over these words. I would've kept silent in fear of Ethan thinking I was picking on Leah. But now, it just seemed childish.

I stared at Leah and taunted, "Leah. I'm getting into St. Nicholas University. I'm done with Ethan, so quit playing tricks on me. Get your lackeys away from me, and we'll stay out of each other's way."

Leah was stunned.

"Evelyn Wiley! What is the meaning of this?" one of the girls nearby shouted angrily.

"I said what I said." I shrugged and said, "I'm just earnestly wishing Leah and Ethan a happy future."

The two of them in my past life were going to abandon their morals and get back together anyway, so I might as well wish them well this time. I refused to be a part of their play this time.

Just as I said that, a bunch of people came in. Leading them was Ethan himself. Their expressions were weird. Clearly, they had overheard what I said.

Leah blushed slightly and said, "Ethan, Evelyn's just kidding."

Ethan's cold gaze turned to me. I could tell he was unhappy. But so what? I didn't care. We met eyes for a moment, and I went back to reading.

Ethan's face darkened as he said menacingly, "Do you all not need to study?"

The crowd went silent and dispersed. Then, Ethan walked over slowly. His uniform's sleeve brushed past my desk as he sat down behind me.

Even as a teen, he had a commanding presence. I grasped my pen tightly. I was still feeling a bit unsteady.

Back then, I fought for the seat in front of Ethan. I wanted to get closer to him by asking for his help with my studies. Though he had a cold attitude, he didn't push me away.

I thought he was treating me differently, so I fell for him even further. In hindsight, Ethan must've been fed up with my pestering. He must've answered me because he had no choice.

I inhaled deeply and forced myself to continue doing my practice questions.

Thankfully, Ethan's family had many children. In my three years as a housewife, I helped them with homework often to please my in-laws. If not, I wouldn't have known how to do any of these questions upon rebirth.

A whole afternoon went by. I finished three sets of questions, and I regained my flow from back then. However, there were still a few questions I just couldn't solve.

Instinctively, I held my papers and turned to look at Ethan's dark eyes. I was silent. The air was tense.

Ethan's brow shifted. His expression was still cold. He picked up a pen and reached for the papers.

I quickly retracted my hand and handed it to his deskmate, Anthony Jackson. "Anthony, could you help take a look at these questions?"

The tension in the air lifted. Anthony pushed his glasses up in a daze. He asked silently, "You sure you're asking the right person?"

I pretended to be oblivious. "Sure am."

Anthony glanced at Ethan but hesitated to speak. Rather, the other boys who came to look for Ethan were bewildered. They spoke for him.

"Evelyn, you're not asking Ethan?"

I smiled politely. "Grayson's helped me a lot. I don't want to trouble him anymore."

They were silent. Yes, I had just referred to him as Grayson. So what? The atmosphere was tense once again as if the temperature had dropped.

"Come on. I'll treat you to ice cream after you explain it to me," I rushed Anthony.

Upon hearing that, he picked up the papers nervously.

With a clack, Ethan pursed his lips and dropped his pen on the table. He got up and left the classroom.

Chapter 3

Ethan didn't show up for our nighttime revision session. Leah left quickly too.

Ethan had already received a spot in a top university. In fact, I heard he got an offer from an overseas university too. He didn't even have to come to class. Everyone knew he only came to school for Leah. He even gave up the chance to go overseas.

Looking at their empty seats filled me with bitterness. My emotions were a mess. Combined with all the strain of doing practice questions, I wasn't in a good mood when I got back home at night.

Moreover, seeing my lousy father, Jack Wiley, and my stepmother, Ivy Simpson, didn't help. I didn't even look at them. I just wanted to go upstairs straight away.

Jack asked, "Evelyn, how's the matter I asked you to talk to Mr. Grayson's son about?"

I scoffed, "What? Does Ethan owe me his life or something? You expect him to sign a million-dollar contract with you just because I asked?"

Jack's expression darkened when he heard this. Ivy tugged on his arm before he could lash out.

She said with a smile, "Your dad doesn't mean it. He wants you to help us get friendly with the Graysons! Aren't you and Mr. Grayson's son on good terms? Perhaps invite him over for a meal sometime?"

"Not happening," I refused. "I'm the one pestering him. He hates me. Just give up."

"Watch your mouth!"

"Evelyn! Don't provoke your dad! He's been working hard to give you a good life. Surely you don't want his company to go bankrupt."

I chuckled darkly, "How I wish it would go to shit."

I wasn't going to let him keep the company running by wasting his daughter's life over and over.

"Evelyn Wiley!"

Ignoring Jack's furious outburst, I went back into my room. Closing the door, I took out my phone to look at my savings.

When I was in elementary school, my biological mother, Kayla Hubbard, learned that Jack and his secretary, Ivy, had a secret child who was half a year younger than me.

The divorce case took a whole year, but Kayla ended up getting a large sum of property. She left the country, remarried, and had mixed-race twins.

Ivy took her secret child and became Jack's wife, and the three of them soon became a proper family. I, however, was tossed about like trash. I didn't belong anywhere.

The only good thing about these horrible parents was that they were generous with my allowance. With all these zeros, I could rest easy.

Jack's only merit was taking good care of his mistress. His work life was a mess, and he'd been making all sorts of shady plans too.

In my past life, I was just chasing after Ethan. Yet, Jack told others I was Ethan's girlfriend. He used this to suck up to the Graysons, keeping his company running for a few more years.

Afterward, he used Mr. Grayson's name to invest a large sum of money. He lost a lot and shamelessly got Ethan to cover the losses.

Though Ethan never said anything to me, the matter with Jack led to me being made fun of by the Graysons umpteen times. It became harder and harder for me to face Ethan, and the relationship between us became strained.

So, in this lifetime, I was going to stay as far as I could from Ethan. I wasn't going to be Jack's lifeline anymore.

Two days later, our second trial exam was over. My best friend, Lyla Cobb, brought me to karaoke.

"We're finally done with the exam! We'll celebrate your birthday tonight since we missed it. Let's relax and have some fun!" Lyla said. Then, she pulled a party popper with a bang.

"Happy birthday, Evelyn!"

I couldn't help but laugh upon seeing all the confetti flying about.

Lyla and I were childhood friends. In my past life, I strove to get into St. Nicholas University for Ethan. Lyla also got her act together and studied hard.

However, after graduating from university, Lyla studied overseas and took over her family business. I, however, did as Ethan's mother, Julia Heather, told me to. I quit my job and became Ethan's wife.

At the time, Lyla chewed me out harshly. "Is this worth forsaking all your hard work in senior year of high school? You're going to regret this, Evelyn!"

To think her offhanded comment was right…

Just then, Lyla said mysteriously, "I've prepared a surprise for you."

Then, she pulled open the door to the karaoke room. A crowd of students came in and shouted, "Happy birthday, Evelyn!"

Just as I was about to speak, someone entered. An aura of elegance radiated off him. It was like the entire karaoke room became fancy just due to his presence.

Ethan? Why was he here?

My smile stiffened. In my previous life, I had been rejected. I had pleaded with Ethan to come to my birthday party. Though he showed up, he did so empty-handed. He was cold and indifferent.

Even so, I was already on the edge of my seat. I used the fact that I was the birthday girl to sit beside him. My heart fluttered all night. But this time, I didn't even invite him.

Upon seeing his dark, cold gaze, I just averted my eyes and pretended to mind my own business. I sat as far away from him as I could.

Lyla prodded me rapidly. "What's with you? I've invited him here! Go on!"

So she was the culprit! I gritted my teeth and said, "Thanks a lot. Why, it must've been tough to get Ethan to come, right?"

"Oh, not at all! He was open to the idea. He accepted immediately when I asked him."

"Huh?"

In my past life, I had to beg him to even respond. How could Lyla have invited him so easily?

Seeing that I didn't do anything, Lyla was shocked. "No way! Are you seriously giving up? You used to have a huge crush on him!' she said.

I was silent. I didn't want to explain further and fudged an answer.

"Enough about guys! To get into St. Nicholas University, I'm done with crushes and love!"

The surroundings were noisy, so I spoke loudly. It was just my luck that the song ended right as I said that.

So, my voice rang throughout the karaoke room like a declaration. The whole room fell silent, and the atmosphere grew cold.

The people around Ethan glanced to see his reaction. A chill ran down their spines.

I came back to my senses, but I didn't dare to look at Ethan. I curled my toes in embarrassment and said, "Uh, I need to head to the toilet."

Then, I ran.

Lyla quickly broke the tension. "Whose song is up next? Come on and sing!"

The karaoke room became lively once again. However, Ethan's expression seemed off. He got up and left too. As he did, some other boys around him followed suit.

"Is Evelyn playing hard to get? She's inviting you and then ignoring you? To think she'd do something like this."

"Maybe not. She didn't confess to Ethan last time. Didn't she say she had made amends? Surely she isn't actually giving up on Ethan, is she?"

"Just like that? I guess she didn't really have feelings for Ethan after all…"

Antoine Greer, who was beside Ethan, interrupted them quickly. "Could you stop guessing blindly?"

Could they not see Ethan's expression darkening? Antoine was Ethan's childhood friend. Of course, he could tell that Ethan was in a bad mood.

He cleared his throat and said, "It's not like you don't know how much Evelyn likes Ethan. She's been chasing after him for two whole years! There's no reason for her to suddenly give up.

"Didn't Ethan tell her to wait until the college entrance exams were over before saying anything? I bet Evelyn's just worried she'll be separated from Ethan if she doesn't get into St. Nicholas University. That's probably why she's focusing on her studies."

The group of boys nodded in understanding.

"I see…"

Antoine saw Ethan's expression loosen up. He wiped some sweat off his brow and wanted to chuckle in relief.

I dawdled in the toilet for some time before coming out. I was afraid that Ethan would still be there when I came back. However, judging by his personality, he probably would've left in annoyance long ago.

With all these thoughts cluttering my mind, I lifted my head and saw a familiar figure. He seriously didn't leave?

Chapter 4

The young man leaned against the wall as he looked at his phone. His facial features were handsome. His gaze was slightly downcast, but his wispy eyelashes were visible.

There was an aura of cold elegance about him. He was simply handsome beyond belief.

It wasn't like my ten years of admiration towards him could just disappear. As if I had been put under a spell, my heart wouldn't stop pounding.

He heard something and looked toward me. His lips parted when our eyes met. His expression seemed to brighten.

Though I wasn't going to chase after him anymore, it wasn't like we were cutting ties. So, I greeted him awkwardly.

"What a coincidence! You're going to the toilet too?" Right as I said that, I began to regret my stupid question.

Thankfully, Ethan didn't mind. He stood up straight and beckoned me over with his finger. "Come here."

"Huh? Something the matter, Grayson?" I asked.

Ethan glanced at me coldly. He was visibly getting impatient.

"I said, come here," he repeated.

I was silent as I reluctantly stepped forward, still keeping my distance from him. Upon seeing this, Ethan's expression darkened. He furrowed his brows as if preparing to say something, but decided not to.

A while passed before he tossed me the bag he was holding. He looked upset. I was caught off guard and nearly dropped it. It was so heavy!

"What is this?"

Ethan didn't answer but turned around suddenly. His tall figure was overwhelming. The familiar earthy fragrance on him made my breath hitch. My mind went blank.

"Evelyn Wiley. You'd better study hard, you hear?" he said, gritting his teeth.

I didn't say anything. I was so confused. By the time I had gotten my bearings again, Ethan had already walked away.

Then, I returned to the karaoke room. Lyla rushed up to me and asked, "What's that? Did someone give you a birthday present?"

I didn't even know where to begin. Lyla quickly opened up the bag. She was delighted.

"Goodness! Who's bright idea was it to gift you a bag full of practice papers? Someone must be eager to see you get into St. Nicholas University."

I just chuckled. Even after going back in time seven years, I still couldn't figure out what was on Ethan's mind.

Regardless, he definitely wouldn't want me to keep pestering him after getting into St. Nicholas University.

The weekend went by quickly. Fullbright High put up the results for the top 50 scorers of the trial exam on the bulletin board once we returned on Monday to motivate other students.

Before class on Monday, a bunch of students crowded around the bulletin board. Lyla dragged me along too.

"Evelyn! What are you doing here? The list is for the top 50 scorers, not the top 500."

Just my luck. I ran into Leah and her friends again. Nevertheless, I rolled my eyes and ignored them.

Another girl gloated, "Hey, I heard you pleaded with Ethan to come to your birthday party. Too bad he doesn't care about you! He left without even saying anything!"

I chuckled sarcastically. "Oh? Did I make you jealous? Don't tell me you have a crush on Ethan too?"

Instantly, her expression froze. She glanced at Leah frantically and said, "Nonsense! I'm saying this on behalf of Leah!"

"Oh, I get it. The star of the show hasn't even spoken yet, but her lackeys are raring to go."

"You!" Her face quickly turned red.

Leah finally spoke up. She said gently, "Evelyn, we're all classmates here. There's no need to say something mean like that."

I had been in this scenario umpteen times in my last life. Whenever Ethan and I interacted, a bunch of people would come to make fun of me.

Back then, I didn't want to provoke Ethan, so I just bottled it all up. That was the punishment Leah gave me. But this time, I retorted.

"I don't think you'd get my point if I spoke nicely."

Leah was shocked. She didn't expect me to retort. She fell silent before laughing aloud.

"Why, I haven't even said happy birthday to you! I was going to go with Ethan that day, but something cropped up. I had him go over by himself."

How intimate her tone was. She was fully acting like she was Ethan's girlfriend. The others around her could tell what she meant, so they mocked me with their gazes.

My heart sank, but I pretended that it didn't bother me. I thought back to my previous life.

I thought about the messages Leah sent to Ethan, the things people said about me, the excessive comparisons the Graysons made about me, and the way Ethan left without a word on our wedding anniversary.

All those painful moments came rushing back. Despite being reborn, all the walls within my heart came crumbling down.

"Evelyn?"

Lyla held my hand. I could see my pale complexion reflected in her dark pupils.

Her friends jumped at the opportunity to make fun of me. "You'd better get lost, Evelyn. You might not be able to take it when you see the results posted."

"St. Nicholas University? You probably can't even make it into the top 50 here! Don't bite off more than you can chew."

Lyla was furious. "Oh, shut up, you busybodies!"

I clenched my lips. I saw Leah smile faintly as she thought she had won. I came to my senses.

I held Lyla back from arguing any further. Lifting my chin, I pointed at the Head of Academics who was bringing the result list over.

"Don't waste your breath. Let the results speak for themselves."

The group of girls burst out laughing. "What an act, Evelyn!"

"Excuse me," the Head of Academics said while unfurling the result list and sticking it onto the bulletin board.

The girl I snapped at earlier scanned the list of results from head to toe. She couldn't wait to make fun of me.

"Where's your name, Evelyn?"

The crowd joined in too.

"Let the results speak for themselves? What a joke!"

Lyla, however, couldn't hide the smile on her lips. "Are you all blind?"

She glared at everyone before I could even speak. Then, Lyla pointed to the middle of the result list and said, "Open your damn eyes and read! Evelyn Wiley! 28th place!"

I was ranked a bit below the middle. Of course, it wasn't noticeable right away.

Leah laughed boisterously. She purposely said loudly, "Evelyn! How did you get full marks in both Mathematics and English?"

I couldn't help but smile either. It was almost laughable. In my past life, I worked my ass off only to barely get into St. Nicholas University.

I thought my suffering was over. Who knew that after becoming Ethan's wife, the only thing I could be proud of was my degree from St. Nicholas University? The only thing I could do to please my in-laws was to help tutor their kids.

After being married for three years, I had put in a lot of work. I could practically open my own tuition center at that point.

Though I was a bit rusty with languages. I lost quite some marks there. Leah looked at the results repeatedly. She was dumbfounded. She couldn't even keep on the gentle expression she always had. Her friends were even more dumbfounded.

I just smiled and enjoyed the looks on their faces. Lifting my chin, I said, "What did I tell you? The results speak for themselves."

The people who made fun of me turned red with embarrassment. A weight was lifted off my chest. Looking at Leah's expression, I smiled. I made sure to sound as nasty as I could

"Leah, I'm telling you this one more time. I seriously despise you and all your friends. Please just leave me alone from now on."

I was done with these people. I had no reason to pull my punches.

Leah was in shock. She didn't expect me to tear into her in front of everyone like that. Her expression turned horrified. Everyone was silent.

Lyla tugged on me and said softly, "Evelyn…"

I noticed something was off and turned my head. Ethan had been standing there since god knows when.

Chapter 5

Some of them couldn't take it any longer.

"Ethan! Evelyn is going too far! She's bullying Leah!"

Leah's eyes reddened. She spoke as if she had been wronged and was holding it in. "I'm fine, Ethan. I think Evelyn's just misunderstanding me."

Ethan's cold gaze landed on me. The atmosphere became tense.

I looked at him emotionlessly. My fist clenched on instinct, and I mocked him silently. Now what? Was he going to speak up for Leah?

His gaze suddenly shifted to the ranking list. He stared for a while before looking at me. His brow furrowed. "You only scored this high in languages?"

He was stern, and his tone was upset. It sounded like he was mocking me. Was he saying this on behalf of Leah?

I wasn't having it. I scoffed and prepared to retort, but Ethan's brow relaxed. He said softly, "You did decent overall though. Keep it up."

"Huh?"

He spoke nonchalantly, as if he was talking about the weather. I was dumbfounded. I stared at him like I had seen a ghost. Had Ethan gone nuts?

He saw my confused expression and said coldly, "What's with you? If you've got nothing to do, go practice writing essays. Quit thinking about nonsense."

With that, he left and ignored everyone else's reactions. Looking at him walk away, everyone was confused. He was scolding me… right?

I was shocked, but I felt better looking at Leah.

She was young now and wanted to maintain her youthful gentleness. However, her expression was warped. Her smile was forced.

I scoffed and dragged Lyla along as I left. When I got back to the classroom, Ethan's seat was empty. I flipped through the practice papers on the table. As I did, I noticed that they looked familiar.

Wasn't this the set that my homeroom teacher gave me in my past life?

At the time, I was shocked. It was like the questions prepared were specifically designed for the topics I was weak in. Why would this be in the bag Ethan gave me?

"Evelyn, Ethan was praising you earlier, right?" Lyla asked, interrupting my thoughts. She seemed awfully cheerful.

I was silent. Antoine, who sat diagonally behind me, was shocked too. He said, "Isn't Ethan going overseas for a competition today? He should be on his way to the airport by now! Why would he come to school?'

"He must have stopped by on the way?"

"The two locations are worlds apart," Antoine said as he adjusted his glasses. "Besides, he's not even taking the exam. What results are there for him to look at?"

I stared at the practice papers before me. It felt like there was a lump in my throat.

In my past life, I would boast to Ethan about even the smallest improvements I achieved, but he never reciprocated my excitement. He'd kick me down a notch at every chance he got.

But just then, he showed up at the ranking list and said I did decently?

Breaking the silence, Leah's clique walked over. "Leah, Ethan's so meticulous! He even came to school just to see your results!"

Leah was back to normal. She said sweetly, "Oh, I didn't expect it either."

Ah, I see. How I wished to give myself a beating for letting my thoughts wander.

"Back to studying!"

I calmed down and buried myself in more homework. Whatever he did or said, it had nothing to do with me anymore! I was fed up with getting worked up and losing control of my life because of him!

Time flew by while I was busy studying. Eventually, I ranked 10th in the third trial exam. I got my flow back.

Ethan showed up again after the third trial exam. He took a look at the ranking list and left in a hurry. He never showed up again after that. He must have really loved Leah.

I didn't care, but I kept overhearing about his life from Antoine.

"Ethan won a competition. A Novel-Prize-winning professor from overseas is inviting him to his study program. What an opportunity!"

"Ethan's back home, but his dad's making him handle company matters. He's going to be busy "

"Ethan went overseas again. He's at some international conference. It's for a collaboration with his family's company."

Who knew where Antoine got all this information. He knew everything about Ethan's whereabouts. Worse still, he just had to keep saying it aloud!

If not for me having to ask for his help with homework, I would've switched seats ages ago! Though… had Ethan been this busy in my past life?

I clearly remember him always being in school during our senior year. I would pester him to teach me all the time.

A week before the college entrance exams, Jack made an outrageous request. He asked me to join a banquet with him.

In response, I buried myself in more work. "I'm not going!" I grumbled.

Jack slammed the table. "Evelyn Wiley! Don't forget whose money you're spending! My money, my house!"

I was speechless. Jack was going to talk about this when I was just three months past 18?

Seeing that I wasn't convinced, he softened his tone and said, "Evelyn, give your father a hand, would you? Don't you like those Galaxia skirts? I'll buy you the latest one in return."

I put down my pen and stuck my hand out, emotionless. "I want five sets for every season."

Galaxia was no cheap brand. Five sets could easily cost a few hundred thousand dollars.

I was making an absurd request, but not an unreasonable one. It was just enough to push Jack's buttons. He'd have to spend a fortune, but it wasn't unmanageable.

As expected, he scowled. "Fine!" he agreed while gritting his teeth.

The next night, I followed Jack to a hotel. He was busy attending to others, so I nonchalantly took a plate of cake to eat.

"Want to drink together, pretty?"

Champagne was brought over to me. I looked up to see a pair of flirty eyes and someone smiling back at me. This guy was undoubtedly a playboy. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't recall who it was.

I rejected the wine and said, "Sorry. I'm not of age." The playboy's eyes widened in shock. He apologized instinctively.

He paused and came to his senses. "Doesn't the law allow you to drink if you're underage here?"

Well, technically not.

I just smiled politely and said, "I'm allergic to alcohol." That playboy laughed at my poorly thought-out excuse. His expression lightened, and he seemed more relaxed.

He looked at me intently.

"Come on. Let's get to know each other better. My name's Liam Tyler."

Liam Tyler? My heart skipped a beat. I finally recalled who this was.

"What's your name?" Liam asked as he smiled at me.

"Evelyn! Come say hi to Mr. Grayson's son!" Jack called out from behind me. I instinctively turned to see the scene behind me.

My blood ran cold. What the hell was Jack trying to do?

Chapter 6

Why was Ian, the retired founder of the Grayson Group and grandfather of Ethan, here alongside him?

This banquet was supposedly hosted by the Wiley family, but given their decline, the attendees were nothing more than superficial elites.

So why would they invite the head of the Grayson family, a figure so powerful that even his slightest move could shake Yardville?

I stood there frowning as I watched them. Ethan stared at me with a cold and disdainful expression, whereas Ian looked at me with a mix of authority and contempt in his eyes, which were all too familiar to me from the past.

Jack called my name again twice, but I still didn't respond. His face darkened, and Ivy, who stood beside him, quickly walked over and dragged me forward by the arm.

In my previous life, I had only met Ian three times. Each time, it began with him making things difficult for me and ended with him humiliating me.

Leah was the granddaughter of Ian's war buddy, and the two old friends had long arranged a marriage between their children. Unfortunately, I intervened, indirectly forcing Leah to leave the country, which made Ian hate me deeply.

Even though I personally took care of him after his stroke, tending to his every need, he never showed me a shred of appreciation.

But this time around, I wanted nothing to do with Ethan, and I certainly wouldn't try to please anyone from the Grayson family.

"Mr. Grayson, this is my daughter, Evelyn," Jack fawned over the Grayson family, his sycophantic behavior on full display.

"On the 15th of last month, Evelyn got into Mr. Ethan's car and didn't come home the entire night. The next day, she came back wearing his clothes."

I stared at Jack in disbelief. What was he trying to do? Was he implying to Ian that I spent the night with Ethan? How absurd!

I thought he was merely trying to curry favor with Ian by leveraging our connection as former classmates, but I never expected he'd go as far as to slander my reputation for the sake of wealth and status. What kind of father did that?

Anger and disappointment welled up inside me, making my eyes sting. Unintentionally, I met Ethan's gaze, which held only mockery, as if he was saying, "Evelyn, you really have no shame."

He was right. Jack's intentions were clear, and even I found this disgraceful. I tried to suppress my emotions and speak calmly, but Ian beat me to it.

He turned to Ethan and asked, "Ethan, is what her father said true?"

Ethan glanced at me and said in a deep voice dripping with sarcasm, "Grandpa, no matter what I say, it seems that her father won't believe it. How about we let her speak for herself?"

Despite living another life, the decade of love I once felt for Ethan still seemed etched into my very being. Though I could rationally distance myself from him and avoid getting entangled with him, his disdainful words still stung.

"Evelyn, speak up!" Jack's impatience grew at my silence. He pressed his hand down on my shoulder, smiling on the surface but with a clear threat in his eyes.

"You like Mr. Ethan, don't you? Mr. Grayson is right here. If you say it, we will support the two of you being together."

I laughed at Jack's ignorance. Did he really think the prestigious Grayson family could be so easily swayed by a fabricated story, let alone accept an alliance with a crumbling family like ours? There were many other families who tried to get close to them all these years, but none of them succeeded.

I shook off Jack's hand, stepped back, and turned to face Ian and Ethan before saying calmly, "It was raining heavily on the 15th of last month. Mr. Ethan saw that I had no ride, so he kindly offered to drive me to a friend's house.

"That night, I was with my best friend, Lyla. Mr. Grayson, Dad, if you don't believe me, I can call her over to confirm it."

As I finished speaking, the people around us displayed various reactions. I ignored them, nodded at Ian with dignity, and said, "Mr. Grayson, I apologize. Mr. Ethan's kindness was misunderstood, and I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I promise it won't happen again."

"And..." I straightened up and looked at Ethan, taking in the face I would recognize even if it were ashes, and said slowly and deliberately, "Previously, I was out of line and forgot the boundaries between men and women, leading everyone to think I liked him.

"He's an excellent student with great character. He's someone I admire. He's a role model for everyone, including me."

Ethan, I don't want you anymore. I said it to myself. My words were a roundabout way of expressing my stance toward Ethan, but he responded with a cold laugh.

I didn't understand why he was laughing and frowned at him, only to see a dark cloud of emotion in his eyes. But at least Ian seemed pleased with my response and even went so far as to compliment me.

After the Grayson family left, Jack dragged me to a secluded corner of the garden angrily.

"Evelyn, how dare you defy me?" He threw me to the ground and raised his foot to kick me. "Are you asking for death?"

Just as I was about to fight back, a familiar voice tinged with amusement rang out.

"Wow, did I just witness Mr. Wiley about to assault his own daughter?"

I turned my head and saw those familiar, mischievous eyes.

It was Liam Tyler, another admirer of Leah and Ethan's archenemy. If Leah was the shadow that darkened my life in my past, Liam was the hidden demon.

He would smile at me on the surface while stabbing me in the back countless times, which was why I ended up with no friends.

But in my previous life, I didn't meet him until the second half of my sophomore year. Why was he here now?

"Mr. Tyler..." Jack stammered, caught off guard at being seen without his mask of kindness. He didn't know what to say.

Ivy, quick on her feet, immediately stepped in and helped me up. "Mr. Tyler, you've misunderstood. Evelyn talked back to Jack, and they had a little argument."

"It was Jack's fault for losing his temper like that."

Ivy helped me to my feet and put on a soft and concerned expression. "Evelyn, don't mind your dad. Are you hurt? Let me take you to a doctor."

I shook off Ivy's hand, brushed the dirt off my dress, and walked out with my head held high. Ivy pretended to chase after me, but Jack clutched his chest and groaned in pain.

Listening to the commotion behind me, I couldn't help but laugh.

In my past life, they used what little familial affection they had to manipulate me, squeezing every bit of value out of me to climb the social ladder, but that wouldn't happen this time.

After leaving the hotel, I realized I hadn't brought anything with me. My phone and wallet were all left in the lounge. The early June breeze brushed against my bare legs, and I shivered from the cold.

I paced along the street, debating whether to sneak back in to grab my phone and wallet or ask a passerby to borrow their phone so I could call Lyla to pick me up.

"Hmm, I thought you were so tough and would be having a delicious meal by now."

Chapter 7

Liam's playful and teasing voice sounded, but I didn't even think about turning around. I wanted nothing to do with Ethan, and even less with him.

He walked up to me with his arms crossed, openly staring at me as he rubbed his chin and continued, "You're different from the rumors. They all say you chase after Ethan like a stubborn glue, but just now it looked like you were eager to draw a line between you two.

"So what's the deal? New tactic? Playing hard to get?" He suddenly leaned in as he spoke, and his breath brushed against my cheek. "Is this some kind of new strategy to get his attention?"

I instinctively recoiled from his closeness, but a large warm hand gripped my shoulder before I could move. Someone pulled me back, and I found myself falling into a familiar embrace that smelled of cedarwood.

"Stay away from her!" Ethan's voice was icy.

I looked up reflexively and saw his tightly pursed lips and the irritation in his eyes.

I couldn't understand what he was so annoyed about, but being held so close to him made me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"Let go of me," I said while pushing out of his embrace and taking two steps back to put some distance between us.

Ethan seemed surprised by my retreat. He stared at me for a few seconds. But just as he was about to speak, Leah suddenly appeared and grabbed his arm.

"Ethan, what took you so long to buy some water?" Then, as if just noticing me, Leah said, "Oh, Evelyn, you're here too."

I glanced at her and muttered a simple "Mm".

"Did you follow Ethan here?" Leah's eyes darted between Ethan and me as she clung to his arm and spoke in a sweet and innocent voice.

"Ethan, it's late. You shouldn't hold it against Evelyn for following you. It's not very safe for a girl out here by herself." Her words were passive-aggressive

Just as I was about to respond, Liam's face turned cold as he interjected, "Miss, do you know that spreading false rumors can have legal consequences?"

Liam usually came across as gentle and affectionate, but in reality, he was cold and indifferent. Once his mask of false kindness slipped, he became someone dark and ruthless, like a cheetah in the savannah. One moment, he was lazily basking in the sun, the next baring its fangs to bite into its prey's neck.

Leah was frightened and shrank closer to Ethan as she said in a trembling voice, "Ethan, I don't know what he's talking about."

Ethan didn't push her away. Instead, he loosely protectively held her. He looked at me coldly and said, "Apologize."

Even though I had witnessed Ethan's favoritism countless times before, it still hurt every time I saw it.

He knew perfectly well that I was here because of tonight's banquet. He understood everything, yet he allowed Leah to say whatever she wanted.

I didn't want to get caught up in this pointless conflict or become a pawn in their little war, but sometimes I had no choice.

"Apologize? Who exactly should be apologizing to whom?" I asked expressionlessly as I stared back at Ethan, meeting his gaze without flinching, almost challenging him.

Ethan's expression darkened, and the air around us seemed to freeze. I forced a smile and turned to leave. Some people were just inherently biased, and they would always be that way.

As I reached the roadside, Ethan grabbed my wrist.

"Did I say you could leave?" His voice was cold.

I laughed bitterly. "Why would I need your permission? Ethan, who do you think you are?"

Ethan, I won't listen to you anymore. I won't even want to.

"Evelyn!" His grip tightened around my wrist so hard it felt like he might break it. "Say that again."

"You're hurting her." Liam stepped forward, pried Ethan's hand from my wrist, and pulled me behind him, shielding me completely.

"Get lost!" Ethan grabbed Liam's collar.

"Why should I?" Liam squeezed the hand that held his collar and smiled provocatively. "Or maybe you should ask Evelyn whether she wants you or me to get lost."

Ethan's eyes suddenly locked onto mine, and as I looked up, I met his stormy gaze.

I frowned instinctively. Just as I was about to say that I'd leave, Leah rushed over and grabbed Liam's arm.

"Let go of Ethan! Let go!" she demanded before turning her angry glare toward me. "Evelyn, say something! Do you want to see them fight?"

"What does this have to do with me?" I glanced at my wrist, which was red from being squeezed. Finally, my patience snapped. "I didn't provoke any of you tonight. If you have issues, deal with them yourselves. Don't waste my time."

With that, I didn't give them another look. I hailed a taxi and left.

As soon as I got into the taxi, I leaned against the window, watching the streetlights blur past. For some reason, I felt utterly exhausted.

I no longer had the same obsessions in this life. All I wanted was to distance myself from those who had hurt me in the past and live my own life.

However, reality kept dragging me back into entanglements with Ethan, Leah, and even Liam, who I hadn't met until my sophomore year in the previous life.

I suddenly felt scared that I wouldn't be able to escape the fate I suffered in my last life.

When Lyla picked me up, I was already in a bad state. Thankfully, she was considerate and didn't ask me any questions, only suggesting that I get some rest.

I thanked her, took a shower, changed into fresh clothes, and forced myself to sleep.

No matter what fate had in store for me, I'd face it head-on. I wouldn't let myself be defeated by unfounded fears. Once I figured that out, the knot in my heart loosened significantly.

The college entrance exams would begin in five days. I needed to focus all my energy on that. In my previous life, I wasn't able to study fashion design or become a fashion designer, but this time, I would make it happen.

The next day, Lyla and I were buried in a sea of study materials when her phone suddenly buzzed.

She answered it, and after a couple of "mm"s, I stopped paying her any attention and turned to find the solution to a difficult math problem in my review book.

But before I could find it, Lyla came over with her phone in hand. She sat down, pursed her lips together, and did not write a single word for several minutes. She had something on her mind.

I put down my test paper and tied up my hair as I asked her, "Who called? Why do you look so distracted?"

Lyla set her pen aside and turned to face me, clearly hesitant. She made me laugh, so I reached out and pinched her chubby cheek, teasing her.

"Come on. Just say it. Don't give me that pitiful face."

"You asked for it," Lyla replied cautiously as she watched my expression closely.

I nodded, and she took a deep breath before finally speaking as if gathering all her courage. "Ethan called. He said he's waiting for you outside our house."

Chapter 8

Did Ethan actually come to Lyla's house to look for me? I found that a bit unbelievable. He hated me so much. Why would he come looking for me? He was probably here to make me apologize to Leah.

Thinking about how he demanded I apologize to Leah last night, I chuckled and picked up my pen and exam paper again.

"Just because he wants to see me doesn't mean I have to go. If he wants to wait, let him wait."

My mock exam scores before the break were two points lower than I expected. How many people could I surpass in the college entrance exam with just two extra points? Why would I waste my time on people who didn't matter?

I focused on my revision, but Lyla couldn't seem to sit still. She kept sneaking glances at me, getting up to drink water, or going to the bathroom every few minutes.

Her phone kept buzzing on the table. After silencing it several times, Lyla finally couldn't take it anymore and took away my pen and exam paper.

"Babe, stop writing for a moment. Tell me what's on your mind."

After staring at the exam paper for hours, my eyes felt sore. When Lyla took away my pen and paper, it was the perfect excuse to rest my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I blinked as I tried to relieve the dryness in my eyes.

"Ethan," Lyla moved closer to me and turned my face toward her. "Are you really planning to give up on him? You used to be so determined, you know."

I repeated her words silently to myself, feeling a sudden tightness in my chest.

Yeah, I used to be so determined. But Lyla, when someone keeps hurting you, no matter how much you love them, you eventually have to let go.

I had already been through the exhausting chase, and it's too draining. Really, it was too draining. I didn't want to experience that feeling of helplessness ever again.

"I guess I just figured things out," I said, looking into Lyla's eyes. "It's like when you suddenly stopped being obsessed with that idol a while back."

Lyla objected, "But that's because I found more important things to do."

"And so did I." I smiled and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Lyla, I love fashion design. I love the confidence and brightness that comes when a girl puts on clothes that truly suit her.

"I also want to do what I can to help those who need it.

"Love…" I paused. "Love takes too much out of you. I just want to be myself."

After I finished speaking, Lyla suddenly hugged me, her voice filled with concern. "Alright. Then, I hope you'll be the best version of yourself this time."

"I will," I smiled and returned her hug.

Just as I was about to suggest that we get back to studying, one of the maids suddenly rushed in. "Ms. Cobb, Mr. Grayson is climbing over the wall."

"What?" Lyla released me and stared outside in disbelief. "Ethan is climbing over our wall?"

"Yes."

Lyla slammed her hand on the table and stood up in a huff as she rolled up her sleeves and headed for the door. "You wait here. I'll go kick him out!"

"I'll go." I stopped her and glanced outside, where a young man in a white T-shirt was deftly climbing the wall in the drizzling rain.

The moment I looked out, he noticed me, and our eyes met. I didn't want to waste time on something so pointless with Ethan, but I didn't want to cause any trouble for Lyla either.

"Tell Ethan that I'll be out in a minute and have him wait," I said to the maid. Then, I asked her to bring me an umbrella and slowly made my way outside.

The light rain fell gently, collecting in droplets on the transparent umbrella before sliding off. Ethan stood under a sycamore tree by the roadside, his entire presence exuding a cold aura.

I paused for a moment, and Ethan looked up at me. His eyes were clear, but they radiated indifference, along with a hint of... agitation?

It had only been about 20 minutes since he called Lyla, and he was already getting anxious? Agitated? I raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Evelyn, you're something else." His voice was a bit hoarse, and he sounded like he had a stuffy nose.

I touched my wrist, which had just warmed up inside but was now cold again.

It was pretty chilly. In the past, I would've been worried that he'd catch a cold, but now I only wondered if I should I ask him to cover the medical bill if I got sick.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I walked over and stopped about a meter away from him.

I tilted my head slightly to look at him. "Are you saying it's 'something else' that I didn't immediately come out to see you after you called, or is it 'something else' that I'm standing here with an umbrella while you're getting soaked?"

Ethan's face darkened with every word I said. "Evelyn, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Trying to provoke me? Suddenly saying you don't like me anymore, getting all touchy with Liam, is that it?

"You think I'll get jealous, or that I'll panic? What's next?"

He kept accusing me of doing things on purpose, stepping closer with each word, until he was standing under my umbrella. "What other tricks do you have? Hmm?"

When I came out, I couldn't figure out why Ethan was looking for me. But now, I think I got it. He thought everything I'd been doing lately was just some reverse psychology game aimed at him. He thought I was trying to mess with him.

I stared at him, and he simply stared back. After several seconds, I finally spoke. "Do you realize how self-centered you are?"

I stepped back, moving the umbrella away from his head. The rain quickly began to drip down his finely chiseled features, running down his jawline and soaking into his white T-shirt.

"Or have your language skills become so advanced that no one else can understand them? You interpret everything in reverse. Aren't you worried you'll flunk the college entrance exam?"

After hearing my sarcastic remark, Ethan's face turned from dark to ashen, and the veins on his forehead started twitching. He took several deep breaths and gritted his teeth as he spoke. "You're not allowed to have anything to do with Liam anymore!"

"Why?" I retorted coldly. "What gives you the right to interfere with who I befriend?"

"I said you're not allowed!" Ethan was starting to lose his patience.

"Just because you say so? Who do you think you are?" I reached up to tuck a windblown strand of hair behind my ear, flashing him a sweet smile.

Then, I imitated Leah's saccharine tone as I asked, "Or should I say, who are you to me?"