Oliver Harding and I are on our way to get a divorce when a truck rams into our car, making us turn turtle.

Before I lose consciousness, I hear him say, "If I get a second chance at life, I'll definitely accept Zara's confession. Living a life of excitement with her is what I truly want."

When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day I got engaged. As in my past life, Zara Cox stands before Oliver with a bouquet and asks him whether he wants to be with her.

He doesn't even spare me a glance as he drops to one knee before her. He holds out a ring and says, "I love you, Zara. Will you marry me?"

Brilliant. He must have been reborn, too. I give them my blessings, and he and Zara live the exciting life he wants.

But later, he falls to his knees before me. Tears stream down his face as he asks whether I can marry him again.

Zara Cox was so shocked by the unexpected surprise that she froze. When Oliver Harding asked her again, she burst into tears of joy. "I do!"

The two of them embraced tightly, completely unaware that the atmosphere in the room had turned ice cold.

All the guests' eyes were on me. I took off my veil, tossed it into the corner, and coldly watched the deeply affectionate couple.

Oliver took Zara's hand and walked up to the stage. He picked up the microphone and announced, "Today was supposed to be my engagement ceremony. But the moment I stepped on stage, I realized the one I truly love is Zara.

"I've missed so many chances with her before. This time, I don't want to miss her again. I want to spend the rest of my life with her!"

No one in the room was willing to applaud their so-called love.

Oliver looked at me, his voice detached. "I wasn't sure before. If you want compensation, I can give you 500,000 dollars. I just hope you never appear in my life again."

His gaze toward me was filled with indifference and numbness—the result of our 20-year marriage.

But when he looked at Zara, his eyes burned with the same passion he had in his 20s.

We dated for three years before deciding to get engaged. The moment I accepted his proposal, he immediately announced it to all our family and friends. Everyone gave us their blessings—everyone except Zara.

She was Oliver's junior in college and had fallen for him at first sight. On campus, she went out of her way to "accidentally" run into him. After graduation, she found every excuse to stay in his life.

Whenever she saw me, she would flash a bright yet defiant smile. "You two aren't married yet, so I'm going to keep chasing him. I want him to know he has more than one option in his life!"

I had no idea how to deal with her, but Oliver always pulled me into his arms with a cold face, firmly rejecting Zara.

In my past life, Oliver wasted no time holding our engagement ceremony right after proposing to prove that he was committed to me.

Zara had shown up at our engagement party in a lavish wedding dress. She looked radiant but fragile as she stubbornly met Oliver's gaze. "Oliver, this is the last time I'll confess my love to you. If you reject me again, I'll disappear from your life forever!"

In my past life, Oliver had held my hand as he got down on one knee and slipped the ring onto my finger, using his actions to reject Zara once again.

But this time, Oliver took Zara's hand and confessed his love to her in front of the whole world.

As the air in the room grew heavier, I simply stepped back and let them steal the spotlight.

Once they were done with their passionate declarations of love, I finally spoke in an even tone, "I'll step aside. Oliver, let's never see each other again."

Oliver froze as if he hadn't expected me to agree so easily.

Zara, on the other hand, let out an excited squeal before showering him with kisses. Then, she turned to me. "Savannah, I told you Oliver would choose me!"

I nodded absentmindedly and turned to leave. As I stepped down from the stage, I stumbled, yet a slightly cool but steady hand held me.

"Ms. Palmer, maybe it's time you looked at someone else."

I looked up. It was Kayden Ross.

I had seen this face in business news so often in my past life that it was deeply imprinted in my memory. I just hadn't expected him to be at my engagement ceremony.

I gave him a grateful smile and asked, "Who should I look at?"

Kayden's smile deepened, his dark eyes reflecting my image completely. Then, he slipped a piece of paper in my palm. "My number. Call me when you have time."

I glanced at him before lifting my dress and heading to the dressing room.

My parents and Oliver's parents, Ambrose and Juliana, all rushed after me, their expressions dark with embarrassment.

Juliana forced a smile. "Savvy, Oliver was immature, but what's done is done. All we can do now is make it up to you. Whatever you want, just say the word. We'll do our best to compensate you."

My mom rolled her eyes. "Who even wants—"

I quickly grabbed her hand, cutting her off. Then, I smiled. "Mrs. Harding, then I'll take the land in Bakeney."

Right now, that land wasn't worth much, but in a few years, its value would skyrocket. The Harding family, which was on the brink of bankruptcy, would only survive because of that land.

Mr. and Mrs. Harding immediately drafted an agreement on the spot. I grinned from ear to ear as I took it.

After they left, my mom pinched my cheek. "You silly. You just got humiliated, and you're still smiling?"

I pointed at the contract. "With this in my hands, why wouldn't I be happy?"

In my past life, the Harding family's poor decisions had dragged my family into bankruptcy. Harding Group only managed to survive because of a piece of land.

In order to save my family's business, I threw myself entirely into work. Oliver lost his temper with me more than once, saying our life together was dull and lifeless. He couldn't understand why I couldn't just set work aside, go out and see the world, and have some fun.

That was when Zara appeared again. She became a famous travel blogger, constantly changing her location across different countries.

Oliver was completely captivated by her videos. Using work as an excuse, he bought a ticket and flew abroad to watch the wildebeest migration with Zara.

One was wild and free, and the other longed for that kind of life. It was only natural that they would be drawn to each other.

After that, Oliver's business trips became more frequent. Sensing that something was off, I booked the same flight as him. That was how I discovered the truth.

When I finally confronted him, his cold gaze made me shrink back. He said life with me was like a stagnant pond—lifeless and boring. Only with Zara did he feel truly alive.

Eventually, he stopped caring altogether.

"Let's get a divorce. I'll give you three-quarters of our assets. You can have the kids, too. All I want is my freedom.

"You're the kind of person who only thinks about money and profit. You'll never understand how happy it feels to be free."

As he spoke, he looked like the reckless, arrogant 18-year-old he once was.

But I only found it laughable. A free-spirited life might seem thrilling and liberating, but without financial security, all that excitement would eventually fade into emptiness. One day, when he finally got his fill of that carefree lifestyle, he would realize he had nothing left.

Anyway, in this lifetime after being reborn, Oliver started his life of traveling with Zara directly. For a long time, I heard nothing about Oliver.

The only glimpses I caught were on Zara's social media, where he occasionally appeared in her videos. It seemed like he was truly living the life he wanted.

But I didn't pay much attention. I had already found someone who shared my values and started a new life of my own.

…

Holding the development plan for the land in Bakeney, I headed to Ross Group for a business meeting. As soon as the elevator doors opened, I locked eyes with Oliver.

"Savannah?"

Zara, standing behind him, looked up as well.

The two of them were dressed in ski gear. It was of Ross Group's brand.

I knew Ross Group's subsidiary was looking for influencers for endorsements, but I didn't expect them to choose these two.

I gave them a brief nod as a greeting and moved to step into the elevator.

But before I could, Oliver blocked my way. "How did you know I was here? Savannah, I just got back to the country, and you're already following me around? Don't you ever get tired of this?"

Zara clung to his arm, her gaze filled with smugness. "Savannah, didn't you say you were walking away with dignity? So, why are you still chasing after Oliver? We're doing great, just so you know.

"But I heard you're not doing so well? I heard the Palmer family's business is tanking."

She eyed me up and down, her face filled with mockery. "Savannah, you're so pathetic. Your family business is failing, you're getting older, and you've never seen the world. Even Oliver doesn't want you anymore. Why don't you just become our assistant? We'll even pay you extra."

I looked at the two of them like they were complete idiots. Did they leave their brains behind while traveling?

The Palmer family had long since rebranded and shifted their focus. The company that bore their name now was nothing more than a training ground for my younger brother.

I replied calmly, "No need. I'm doing just fine."

With that, I moved to press the elevator button.

However, Zara wasn't about to let it go. She waved at the receptionist. "Do you just let anyone walk into Ross Group? You're the receptionist. Does this woman even have an appointment?"

The receptionist quickly walked over. "Ms. Palmer has an appointment—"

Before she could finish, Zara cut her off with a frosty expression, snapping, "So what if he has an appointment? I was personally invited by Mr. Ross for a shoot. If you upset me, I'll have Mr. Ross fire you!"

Oliver chuckled beside her. "Exactly. Besides, Ms. Palmer isn't really here for Mr. Ross. She's just finding excuses to cling to me. I'll save Mr. Ross the trouble and send her away myself."

As he spoke, he even pulled out an old photo of the two of us and showed it to the receptionist like it was evidence.

"Savannah, you really went all out just to track me down, huh? Even went so far as to make an appointment with Mr. Ross? Unbelievable! If you have something to say, take it outside. Stop embarrassing yourself here at Ross Group."

The receptionist hesitated. Her once firm stance wavered as she looked at me. "Ms. Palmer, maybe it's best if you leave."

I felt my breath catch in my chest, stuck somewhere between anger and laughter.

How could these two be so shameless—forcing their own assumptions onto others with such confidence?

I turned to the receptionist. "Please call Mr. Ross' secretary and ask them to unlock the executive elevator for me."

The receptionist looked at me with an uncertain expression. "Ms. Palmer, you only booked a meeting with Mr. Ross. Why would you need to use the executive elevator?"

"Besides, if you really just came here to see Mr. Harding, you wouldn't actually need to meet Mr. Ross," the receptionist said.

Hearing this, Zara rolled her eyes and let out a mocking laugh. "Savannah, drop the act. Your family is practically bankrupt, and you still have the nerve to use the CEO's executive elevator?"

Our commotion had drawn the attention of several clients waiting in the lobby, and all eyes were now on us.

Their murmured discussions reached our ears without a hint of discretion.

"Who is she? Trying to take Mr. Ross' private elevator?"

"Probably another woman trying to climb the social ladder. Mr. Ross may be engaged, but he still attracts plenty of admirers."

The growing crowd only fueled Zara and Oliver's theatrics. Their voices grew louder.

"Savannah, we had a past, but can you stop clinging to me? Even though Zara and I have some connections with Mr. Ross, I can't stand here and watch you make a scene!

"There's a café outside. If you have something to say, we can talk there."

I glanced at my watch. My meeting with Kayden was about to start. Frustration crept in. "Oliver, Zara, I told you. This has nothing to do with you. Move aside. I have business to attend to."

"Nothing to do with us?" Oliver's voice dripped with sarcasm as he raised his voice. "I've been abroad all this time, and today's my first day back. The moment I finish filming, you show up? You expect me to believe that's a coincidence?

"Savannah, you were the one who said you never wanted to see me again. And now, the minute I return, you just happen to be here? Do you really think I don't know what's on your mind?"

I looked at the two people blocking my way, and irritation flared in my chest. "Are you two done? If you're done talking, get out of my way!"

"Savannah, don't get worked up. We're just chatting with you for old times' sake. After all, Oliver chose me in the end.

"He still feels guilty about it. We've been living happily all these years, and sometimes, Oliver even wonders how you've been doing."

At this point, I finally understood. These two could only see the world through their own narrow lens.

I didn't bother responding. Instead, I walked over to the couch, took out my phone, and called Kayden.

"I'm stuck downstairs in your building. Two people claiming to be close to you are blocking me. Can you come down?"

With that, I hung up.

Oliver and Zara exchanged glances and chuckled. "Savannah, did you just call Mr. Ross?"

I ignored her and focused on my proposal.

Zara suddenly snatched the proposal from my hands, flipped through it carelessly, and then tore it into pieces with a sneer. "What's with these useless papers? Do you really think Mr. Ross will waste his time on you? You probably just dialed a random number and made up a story."

As I watched the strategy document my team had worked on all night get shredded into scraps, frustration and anger surged inside me. I swung my hand and slapped Zara across the face.

"Zara, have you never been put in your place before?"

Zara clutched her cheek in shock. "Did you just hit me? Savannah! I was personally invited here by Mr. Ross, and you dare lay your hands on me? Do you even understand the consequences?

"I was actually considering helping you. Maybe if you begged, I could've introduced you to Mr. Ross. He might even help your failing Palmer Group."

Oliver immediately pulled Zara into his arms, gently lowering her hand to check for any injuries. "Savannah, you're unbelievable! You just bit the hand that tried to feed you!

"Apologize to Zara now! If you do, maybe she'll still be willing to introduce you to Mr. Ross for my sake. Otherwise, you'll regret it."

The receptionist looked terrified. "Ms. Palmer! How could you hit Ms. Cox? She was invited by Mr. Ross himself! If this turns into something serious, can you really handle the consequences?"

Oliver scoffed. "Savannah, if you kneel and apologize, I'll speak to Mr. Ross on your behalf."

The commotion had drawn everyone's attention. No one noticed that the elevator doors had already opened.

A pair of warm hands suddenly wrapped around my shoulders.

"Honey, what's got you so worked up?"