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I lived a second life. I came back to the day Charles Dawson and I were supposed to get our marriage license. In front of all our relatives, I tore up my ID documents. I pointed at Charles and yelled, "I won't marry this cheating scumbag." He frowned, sneering, "And I don't want to marry a stubborn old hag either." My cousin, Vivian Shaw, who also got a second chance to live, immediately grabbed Charles's hand. "Charles, we can finally be together." So, he and Vivian swiftly got their license and went abroad, while I stayed, diving deep into the world of culinary arts. Seven years later, we crossed paths again. Charles was now a renowned photographer in the international art scene. He looked at me. "I see you haven't improved at all these years. Guess I made the right choice back then." I laughed coldly inside. Oh, he definitely did.