The Day of Choosing a Wife Chapter 10

I had the butler drive them away.

I deliberately designed it so they would lose all their wealth.

They loved money, so I wanted to leave them with nothing.

They favored Ryan, so I wanted them to watch Ryan live a life worse than death!

Thinking of how they ignored and were so heartless to me in my previous life.

I couldn't help but clench my fists.

But the next second, Gina hugged me from behind.

"It's all in the past."

My clenched fists slowly relaxed, finally covering hers.

"Thank you!"

"I should be the one thanking you most!"

She brought up my childhood kidnapping incident.

It turned out that the little girl I saved when I was young was her, and I had actually forgotten.

At that time, traffickers were about to force her into a car, but I used all my strength to push her down and let her run away.

Gina said that on her way home afterward, she lost her memory.

She forgot, which is why she didn't remember me.

"But when did you remember?"

I turned around and held her in my arms, asking curiously.

She raised her head and kissed my chin.

"When... I saw you covered in blood, I remembered."

I froze, only in my previous life was I covered in blood...

I stared at her, recalling all the ways she differed from my previous life, and a suspicion formed in my mind.

Could she, like me... have been reborn?

Just then, a news report came from the television.

"Today at 1 PM, Ryan B. accidentally injured his wife at home..."

I suddenly scooped up Gina and ran to the second-floor living room, my eyes fixed on the television screen without blinking, temporarily setting aside that previous thought.

Ryan had been driven mad again.

Only this time, before going crazy, he fought back.

Afterward he was arrested. The death penalty was inevitable.

I heard Susan died. That was letting her off easy.

Later, I went to the prison to see Ryan once.

He stared at me with red eyes.

"What are you here for? To gloat?"

I nodded.

Ryan was so angry he wanted to come out and strangle me.

"What are you so proud of? Let me tell you, I won't die. I'll live again!"

I laughed.

"Live again? Heaven giving you one rebirth was already generous enough!"

"You..."

It took him a while to realize that I had also been reborn.

Ryan suddenly stood up and pounded the table, cursing me viciously.

"You fucking knew Susan was a psycho, yet you just watched me fall into hell! Clayton Bennett, may you die a terrible death!"

The police dragged him away.

When I came out, I saw my parents.

They looked so aged now, not wearing a single decent piece of clothing.

"Clay... Clayton!"

When they saw me, their eyes lit up. They tried to lower themselves and flatter me.

But I got in the car and left directly, not acknowledging them at all.

On the way home, I thought of my daughter.

Actually, she was Susan's first love's child.

That child was born less than a month before both parents died of illness.

Then Susan raised her, claiming to the outside world that she was our biological daughter.

But she wasn't that kind-hearted. She raised that child to get revenge on her first love, with the twisted plan of making the child grow up to... entertain clients.

Susan also frequently abused her.

One day, I couldn't bear to watch anymore. While Susan was away, I held the child and ran. With my broken body, I knew I couldn't escape, but I wanted to get the child to safety.

But I had overestimated myself. The day before, Susan had beaten me until I was covered in wounds. As I ran, blood seeped through one wound after another.

Later, when I was about to die, I saw a car approaching.

I used all my strength to wave my hand. I wanted the child to survive.

But in the last moment of my life, I only felt myself being held in a warm embrace.

I couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, couldn't say anything.

In the end, I died miserably in the wilderness.

Ryan didn't know any of this, of course, because he died before me.

As we neared home, I had the driver change course to the orphanage.

In my previous life, I didn't have the ability to save this child. In this life, I wanted to see her again.

But when I arrived, I saw Gina.

She was holding a child in her arms—the child from my previous life.

When she turned to look at me, she smiled and said,

"We're adopting her, okay?"

My nose immediately stung. I rushed over and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you!"

"Silly, being so formal with me again!"

In that instant, I seemed to understand everything.

"When you mentioned seeing me covered in blood earlier, that was in the previous life, wasn't it?"

She nodded.

From her perspective, she told me about things I didn't know.