Chapter 2

Watching their departing figures, a needle-like pain shot through my heart, yet I also felt it was incredibly ironic and laughable.

My lifelong dream had been to marry Noah. Because I liked Noah, when I met my fated mate, I firmly rejected him.

All these years, I stayed by Noah's side. I thought that after such a long time together, I could eventually touch Noah's heart.

In my previous life, I married Noah as I wished, but I didn't get the happiness I wanted.

On my birthday, I wanted him to spend a simple birthday with me.

But he said on the phone, "I'm in a meeting. Can you stop bothering me?"

Then I saw photos of him and Sofia skiing in the snowy mountains on her social media.

When I had an acute stomach ulcer and wanted him to go to the hospital with me for an examination.

He said impatiently, "I'm not a doctor. If you're in pain, go to the hospital. Why are you looking for me?"

Then I saw him accompanying Sofia to the hospital for a minor cold.

Later, when I was preparing a surprise for our wedding anniversary, I got into a car accident on the way back, which caused a miscarriage.

The doctor called him urgently, wanting him to come to the hospital to sign for the surgery.

But he said coldly on the other end of the phone, "Is she dead? If she's not dead, don't call me."

As his words fell, Sofia's excited voice came through. "Noah, look, such beautiful Northern Lights. This trip was really worth it."

The moment the phone hung up, blood gushed from my wound. The pool of blood beneath me was shocking.

Remembering the heart-wrenching pain before I died in my previous life, I almost couldn't breathe.

I covered my aching heart and smiled palely.

Noah, since you think my love is a burden, I won't love you anymore.

That night, Daniel and I didn't stay long and went home early.

The next day when I woke up, I groggily reached for my phone to check the time.

But Sofia's message was right in front of my eyes.

She sent me a photo of Noah sleeping on her couch and said, "Noah stayed at my place to keep me company last night."

Seeing her message, I wasn't moved at all and just replied with "oh."

When I didn't respond further, she wouldn't give up. Soon she sent me another photo.

This time it was a photo of breakfast.

She said, "Noah made me breakfast himself. He even made cute heart-shaped fried eggs for me."

When Noah was with me, he never went into the kitchen.

He said he was tired from working hard outside, and when he came home, he should enjoy himself and not treat himself poorly.

So to take care of his stomach, I specially enrolled in cooking classes. As long as I was there, he could eat hot, delicious meals.

But after learning what he did for Sofia, I realized how ridiculous everything I'd done was.

I glanced at the message, didn't reply, and put down my phone to continue eating breakfast.

Five minutes passed, and Noah suddenly messaged me.

He didn't mention last night, but asked on his own, "The pasta you made for me last time was pretty good. Make some more for me today. I'll wait for you at the company."

"Oh right, remember not to add salad dressing."

Seeing this message, my expression darkened.

Noah didn't have a habit of avoiding salad dressing. In fact, he especially liked it.

I thought about it and replied "okay."

After sending the message, I decisively opened a food delivery app and randomly ordered a home-style meal to be delivered to his company.