Rewind Ten Years: Destroyed by His First Love

When my husband learns of his first love's death, he jumps from the cruise ship where we are spending our honeymoon, ending his life. Only then do I realize he has never gotten over Clara Levine.

Reborn back to his teenage years, he resolutely lets go of my hand and walks toward his first love. I watch them leave together, then turn and walk away. From that moment on, our lives become nothing more than two parallel lines that will never meet.

Ten years later, we run into each other at a banquet in Oceanus City. He has become a rising star among the elite, with Clara appearing on his arm, intimately holding onto him. When he sees me accidentally wander into the banquet, he can't help but give me advice.

"Stop obsessing over me. Even if you wait for me for ten years, I still won't fall in love with you."

I ignore him and pull my son out from the corner where he's sneaking cake. His eyes suddenly turn bloodshot as he grabs my hand tightly.

"How dare you try to make me jealous on purpose? Didn't you say you would only love me for your entire life?" he says.

I never imagined there would come a day in this lifetime when I would encounter Nathan Finch again.

At the elite banquet in Oceanus City, he stood in the crowd with Clara Levine on his arm. His smile was elegant and refined, showing no trace of his youthful awkwardness from years past. The people surrounding them wore ingratiating smiles and spoke in flattering tones.

"Mr. Finch truly has unlimited potential. So young and already securing high-level projects!"

"The lady beside you must be your beloved. What a perfect match. Everyone here's filled with envy."

Clara looked at Nathan with deep affection and said softly, "We're planning to get married at the end of the year. If everyone's free, you're welcome to attend our wedding."

Another round of congratulations erupted around them. Then, someone asked, "I heard you two have been together for ten years. Why are you only getting married now?"

I was somewhat curious about this question myself. In my previous life, Nathan loved Clara so deeply that he was willing to die for her.

After being reborn, he immediately broke up with me. I thought they would get married right after graduation, but apparently, they still hadn't obtained their marriage certificate.

Upon hearing this, Nathan's face showed an almost imperceptible stiffness before he covered it with a smile. "I was focusing on my career before marriage. I want to give Clara the best life possible."

He looked at Clara, his eyes overflowing with tender affection. In my previous life, when we were together, I asked him countless times when we could get married. It wasn't until his family pressured him that Nathan reluctantly agreed to be with me.

The difference between being loved and not being loved was painfully obvious.

I was about to turn and leave when I caught sight of a small figure out of the corner of my eye. My body instinctively followed.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and champagne spilled everywhere. The server holding the tray looked at me with clear displeasure.

"Where did you come from? Can't you see where you're going?" he snapped.

His voice wasn't quiet, drawing everyone's attention. When Nathan saw my face, he looked stunned.

"Vivian Warner, what are you doing here?" he demanded.

I lowered my head to apologize to the server and explained, "I came here looking for someone."

Someone curiously asked Nathan, "Do you know her, Mr. Finch?"

Nathan's grip tightened on his wine glass, his expression growing somber. "Yes, just an ex-girlfriend."

Someone nearby said thoughtlessly, "You two were together for ten years. I thought you were each other's first love."

Clara's smile faded slightly. She took Nathan's hand and said casually, "We were young then and broke up briefly after a fight. Everyone makes mistakes when they're young, right?"

Nathan said nothing, his gaze sweeping past me to the server. "Put the damages on my tab and let her go."

He stood there with a calm expression. Aside from that initial moment of recognition, he didn't spare me a single extra glance. It seemed he wanted to make it clear to Clara that I was nothing more than a mistake from his past.