I Woke Up Engaged to My Ex-Husband Again - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I was the model of propriety—always obedient to my parents' wishes, always following society's rules for women. So when they arranged my marriage to Max, I complied without protest.
After our wedding, Max threw himself into his career while I shouldered everything else: managing endless social obligations, caring for his parents and younger brother, running the household, even overseeing business matters. The weight of mundane responsibilities fell entirely on me.
Within three years, Max soared to remarkable success—favored by the emperor, well-connected among nobility, his career advancing effortlessly.
Yet to me, he remained perfectly polite... and perfectly distant.
He avoided being alone with me. Never asked about my preferences. Never truly saw me at all.
"Miss, are you feeling better? Shouldn't we call for a doctor?" Wendy, my maid, asked softly.
I blinked back to the present and offered her a faint smile. "No, I'm fine."
"Then... will you return to the banquet? It's still ongoing," she ventured.
"No. Inform Aunt Grace for me," I murmured.
Wendy nodded and slipped away.
As long as I stayed here, I wouldn't have to face Max.
After my rebirth, I wanted nothing more than to distance myself from him—and from Rose. Their tangled drama was no longer my concern.
A breeze drifted through the window, carrying with it a memory from my past life: the moment I'd received Max's divorce letter, heart shattered, overhearing his quiet confession—"If I could go back, I'd have been braver. I'd have married Rose from the start, spared her all those years of pain."
A bitter laugh escaped me.
All those sleepless nights I'd spent untangling the Charlie family's disastrous finances, their mountain of debts, their web of strained relations. The years of backbreaking work to elevate their name to envy of the ton.
I'd carried every burden so Max could chase his ambitions unhindered.
And his only regret... was Rose.
My efforts meant nothing to him.
Hmph.
But fate had given me a second chance. This time, my path would be my own—free of Max, free of Rose, free of their ghosts.
After our wedding, Max threw himself into his career while I shouldered everything else: managing endless social obligations, caring for his parents and younger brother, running the household, even overseeing business matters. The weight of mundane responsibilities fell entirely on me.
Within three years, Max soared to remarkable success—favored by the emperor, well-connected among nobility, his career advancing effortlessly.
Yet to me, he remained perfectly polite... and perfectly distant.
He avoided being alone with me. Never asked about my preferences. Never truly saw me at all.
"Miss, are you feeling better? Shouldn't we call for a doctor?" Wendy, my maid, asked softly.
I blinked back to the present and offered her a faint smile. "No, I'm fine."
"Then... will you return to the banquet? It's still ongoing," she ventured.
"No. Inform Aunt Grace for me," I murmured.
Wendy nodded and slipped away.
As long as I stayed here, I wouldn't have to face Max.
After my rebirth, I wanted nothing more than to distance myself from him—and from Rose. Their tangled drama was no longer my concern.
A breeze drifted through the window, carrying with it a memory from my past life: the moment I'd received Max's divorce letter, heart shattered, overhearing his quiet confession—"If I could go back, I'd have been braver. I'd have married Rose from the start, spared her all those years of pain."
A bitter laugh escaped me.
All those sleepless nights I'd spent untangling the Charlie family's disastrous finances, their mountain of debts, their web of strained relations. The years of backbreaking work to elevate their name to envy of the ton.
I'd carried every burden so Max could chase his ambitions unhindered.
And his only regret... was Rose.
My efforts meant nothing to him.
Hmph.
But fate had given me a second chance. This time, my path would be my own—free of Max, free of Rose, free of their ghosts.
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