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My husband, Ethan Mercer, and I died in a car crash on our way to the IVF clinic. We were both reborn. By unspoken agreement, we walked past each other like strangers. He turned and threw away the flowers he had meant to give me. I casually deleted his number from my phone. Given a second chance at life, he chose Vivian Hart, the spoiled rich girl who had always chased him, using her family’s money to buy him a fancy degree abroad. I stayed in New York to live my own life. We didn't cross paths again until my son’s first-grade open house. Driving a luxury car and wearing a tailored suit, he looked at me—who had just dropped off my kid in a beat-up old Ford—and sneered. "Claire Bennett. You can actually get pregnant?" "A man who makes you drive a piece of junk like that... is he really worth going through IVF for?" I remained completely unfazed, my eyes drifting to the little boy holding his hand. After all, I was the only one who knew the truth. In our past life, I wasn't the one who was sterile.