After being married to Nathan Baldwin for five years, news of him making a home for a young woman in a hotel gets out. The whole world knows of her existence.

He doesn't want her to be known as a mistress, so he comes to me with a divorce agreement. "Mr. Price helped me in the past. He asked me to take care of Jenny before his death. I can't not do anything now that everyone thinks she's a homewrecker."

I'm not surprised—Jenny Price has always been his first choice for the past five years.

When Nathan came to me about this in my past life, I broke down and had a screaming match with him. I refused to get a divorce. Even after I became severely depressed, he doggedly believed I was merely putting on an act because Jenny said I didn't look like I was sick.

He thought I was pulling tricks to avoid the divorce and lured me into a trap. He made it seem like I was the one having an extramarital affair. Then, he took me to court to have the divorce enforced.

Only then did I understand that I would never compare to the debt he thought he owed Jenny's father. I took my life in a moment of despair.

When I open my eyes again, I don't hesitate to sign the divorce agreement.

"Lois, how about we remarry after this is over?"

I was sitting on a stone bench in the backyard, lost in thought, when Nathan Baldwin walked up to me with Jenny Price right behind him.

It was just three hours ago that Jenny had been exposed by the tabloids as possibly Nathan's mistress.

The whole internet dug up her past and called her everything from a homewrecker to the woman who had interfered in my perfect relationship with Nathan.

Nathan's image as a loving husband fell apart, and his company's stock price plummeted.

In my last life, when Nathan came to me with the divorce papers, I had been so furious that I ripped up all the roses he had grown for me in the garden.

I had screamed at him, demanding to know what his relationship with Jenny was.

She was just his mentor's daughter, and there were a million ways he could have handled the situation. Instead, he chose to sacrifice me.

All of that just to keep Jenny from spiraling into deeper depression. What Nathan didn't know was that during the same time the scandal was trending, I had been diagnosed with moderate depression myself.

"Lois," Nathan called out again, pulling me back from my thoughts.

I lowered my gaze to the divorce papers on the stone table before me.

Nathan dropped to one knee at my feet, his deep eyes staring up at me, his warm hand enveloping mine. His voice was soft, almost pleading, as he said, "Lois, please. Do it for me, okay?

"We'll announce that our marriage has been on the rocks for a while. We planned to divorce a year ago, but we just couldn't find the right time."

I didn't respond right away. Behind him, Jenny stood in a white dress, wearing Nathan's coat over her shoulders. Her lips were pale, her eyes red and swollen.

"Lois, please, I'm begging you… My mom committed suicide because of online bullying and depression. I don't want to end up like her. Please, help me…"

Just as she was about to bend down to kneel, Nathan moved quickly, caught her, and pulled her into his arms. His face darkened, and he scolded her softly, "What are you doing?"

Jenny choked up, her voice fragile, full of tears. She lowered her gaze, trying to hold back the sobs.

"I… I just want to make it easier on Lois."

At that point, Nathan's patience snapped. His face twisted into a look of frustration, and he turned to me, his earlier tenderness vanishing.

"Lois, I didn't come here to negotiate with you. I've already made up my mind. If you refuse to sign, don't blame me…"

I looked up at him, and he stopped mid-sentence. But I knew what he was going to say.

He was going to say, "Lois, you know how I handle things. I've got a hundred ways to make you sign those papers. You can drag this out and fight me in court, but you'll never beat the lawyers from Baldwin Group."

Those were his exact words in my last life.

It didn't take long before I was framed and sent to a hotel room with several male escorts, the perfect evidence for my so-called affair.

Overnight, I became the cheating wife, the woman who betrayed her husband, subject to all sorts of public scorn. Meanwhile, Nathan and Jenny were seen as the innocent victims in all of this.

"I'll sign, but only if you agree to one thing," I said after a long pause.

Nathan glanced up at me, then nodded. He handed me the pen, and without a word, I signed the divorce papers, my face betraying no emotion.

"Aren't you going to read the agreement?" Nathan asked, his brow furrowing.

I gave a small, humorless smile. "No need."

He walked away almost empty-handed, giving me everything—his house and wealth—all for Jenny and to repay a favor.

"Let's go to the courthouse tomorrow to finalize everything."

"Okay," I replied.

Nathan froze for a moment, holding the papers in his hand. His eyes searched mine, filled with confusion, but he said nothing in the end.

As they left, Jenny turned and sneered at me, her lips moving soundlessly. "You lost."

And I had indeed lost everything. So now, I wasn't about to lose again.

A while later, my phone buzzed with a message from Nathan.

"I'm sorry for what you had to go through today, Lois. I really am. Once everything blows over, I'll throw you the biggest wedding, and we'll remarry.

"I couldn't just sit by and watch Jenny's depression get worse. You understand that, don't you?"

I read the message and couldn't help but laugh bitterly, tears welling up in my eyes.

This had all happened before.

In my last life, to force me into signing the divorce, Nathan had gotten drunk and tried to come up with a plan with his friends. But he forgot, his friends were also mine.

Jeremy Yates had tried to talk some sense into Nathan, telling him not to throw away his marriage for Jenny.

At the same time, he had tried to convince me to be more understanding of Nathan, saying Nathan was a man of great loyalty.

If it hadn't been for Jenny's father, Donald Price, backing Nathan, investing in his company, and helping him build his career, Nathan wouldn't be where he was today.

I had cried and argued back.

"Why does it have to be divorce? Nathan could have cleared this up in a million ways."

Jeremy stayed quiet.

He asked Nathan, and Nathan answered, "Someone has to be hurt. I'm only hurting Lois. She loves me, so she'll understand."

According to his logic, I was supposed to sacrifice myself just because I loved him. It didn't make any sense.

But luckily, I still had a chance.

Nathan always handled things with Jenny fast.

He had me sign the divorce papers in the morning, and by evening, he had arranged a press conference and sent his assistant to drag me into it for a "clarification".

Before I could even speak, his assistant, thinking I was going to decline, quickly relayed Nathan's words.

"Ms. Caldwell, you should attend this press conference. Even if it's not for Mr. Baldwin, it's for your own reputation."

I froze for a second, then let out a dry laugh.

Nathan was threatening me.

He was using the same tactics he had last time to force me into submission, to smear my name and watch me struggle under the pressure of public opinion. Eventually, I would have no choice but to back down.

I still couldn't figure out if Nathan saw me as his wife or his enemy.

Now, he wanted to publicly clear up our relationship.

I wasn't going to be spared, either.

The press conference was held at the grandest hotel in Narla, and the reporters invited were the most influential in the industry.

When Jenny appeared arm-in-arm with Nathan in a dress, the press immediately swarmed them.

Nathan instinctively moved to shield Jenny, smiling as he deflected the microphones. "Please wait. I'll answer all your questions one by one. Can we clear the way, please?"

His voice was calm, and when he looked up, he met my eyes. I was surrounded by reporters, too, standing right in the middle of the chaos.

For a moment, I almost hoped Nathan would come to my rescue.

But the next second, Nathan looked away indifferently, his lips curling into a smile as he took Jenny's hand and walked up to the stage, acting as if he hadn't even seen me.

I couldn't help but curl my lips into a bitter smirk.

The reporter closest to me, probably an intern, timidly handed me the microphone and asked, "Ms. Caldwell, is it true that you and Mr. Baldwin have divorced?"

"Yes," I answered, forcing a smile and nodded.

The intern adjusted his glasses. "But you and Mr. Baldwin met in high school, dated for seven years, and were married for five. Just last month, Mr. Baldwin spent a fortune to buy you an island and named it after you."

I kept smiling, though the smile didn't reach my eyes.

"That was something he owed me," I said flatly.

He'd given me that island to make up for missing my birthday while taking care of a sick Jenny.

In my last life, I had actually felt proud of it. Later, I found out that the idea came from Jeremy. Nathan's assistant, Brandon Lindell, picked the island, and Nathan didn't even know where it was located.

"Do you still love Mr. Baldwin?" the intern asked, his voice filled with nervousness. The reporters surrounding me fell silent, and even Nathan, standing on stage, turned his attention toward me.

His brows furrowed slightly.

I looked at him for a brief moment, then curved my lips into a smile and said, "No, I don't love him anymore."

I didn't stick around to finish the interview. Once Nathan had clarified that our marriage had been over for a year, he walked off the stage.

I became nothing more than Nathan's leftover baggage, discarded overnight. Meanwhile, Jenny was painted as the only innocent victim in the whole mess.

The interview was a hot topic on social media for days, and the discussion never really died down, especially after Nathan's statement.

"Lois and I had planned to divorce a year ago. We just didn't find the right time. We wanted to keep it low-key, but now it's affecting innocent people, so we had to make it public.

"Jenny is not the cause of our marriage falling apart. She's my mentor's daughter, and it's only natural that I take care of her. I hope everyone can view this situation with reason."

Some fans were led to believe that Nathan and I divorced because I couldn't stand the idea of his and Jenny's pure sibling-like bond, twisting their relationship into something dirty.

They called me petty and accused me of being too small-minded, saying that after five years of marriage, I hadn't learned anything about loyalty and love from Nathan.

The discussion simmered for several days. I became the target of public ridicule.

After receiving the divorce certificate at the courthouse, I stepped outside when Nathan called after me. "Don't take what's being said online too seriously," he said. "It'll blow over soon, and people will forget."

I stopped in my tracks, a soft, cynical laugh slipping out.

How could the difference in public opinion be so stark?

"Lois, it'll be the New Year in two months. How about we remarry next year?"

He looked at me and stepped closer, but I took a step back, my expression unchanged. My gaze drifted to the reporters, held at a distance by bodyguards nearby.

Nathan seemed to realize that it wasn't the right time. He stopped in his tracks.

"Lois, I'm planning to go back to Holnia. It's been a long time since you've been there. You should visit. I'll come to pick you up after the New Year—"

"I'm not going back," I interrupted calmly.

His smile froze on his face, and confusion crept into his eyes.

I continued, "When I agreed to sign the divorce papers, you promised me one thing. It's time for you to keep that promise."

Nathan stared at me, stunned.

When I was reborn, I took only a few seconds to process my feelings of love and hate for Nathan.

When I saw the divorce papers, I considered tearing them up in anger, maybe confronting him one more time, but in the end, reason prevailed.