Reclaiming My Path

Name: Reclaiming My Path
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When his partner's ashes were placed in the cemetery, his son uncovered the other side of the headstone where the name had been pasted. It was the name of my old partner, Bai Yueguang. I questioned my son, but my son said: "Mom, you are a rural woman, with the responsibility to tie up Dad, a senior engineer for life, you should be satisfied! They are gone, you should fulfill the long-cherished wish of these bitter lovebirds!" My granddaughter regretfully said, "Grandpa and Grandma Zhang were born in different burial places and died in the same cave, it's the last thing we can do for their unwavering love." I was vaporized alive in front of the tombstone. Opening my eyes again, I returned to the day my college acceptance letter was given to my husband as his white moon.

Betrayal Revenge Rebirth

Chapter 6

06-27 17:21

Chapter 1

When my husband's ashes were placed in the cemetery, my son unveiled the other half of the tombstone's hidden name.

It bore the name of my husband's first love.

I confronted my son, but he brushed me off. "You were just a farm woman who bound Dad, a senior engineer, with duty your whole life. Be satisfied! They're gone now. Let their tragic love have its wish."

My granddaughter sighed with regret. "Grandpa and Tonya couldn't share a life, but they share a grave. It's the last thing we could do for their steadfast love."

Fury consumed me, and I died right there by the stone.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband gave my college admission letter to his first love.

"Natalia! Gerard's in trouble! He fell in the river!" A young girl rushed in, shouting my name.

I sat by the stove, holding a thin piece of paper, reading it carefully.

"Congratulations to Natalia Ford, admitted as a freshman to Lumania University, Class of 1977..."

Tears fell as I read those words.

I had been reborn to the moment I received my college admission letter.

My husband, Gerard Powell, hadn't yet coerced me into handing it over to his first love, letting her take my place at the university.

The girl tried to comfort me. "Don't cry, Natalia! Gerard's okay! He saved Tonya from the water. He told me to ask you for some clothes."

I wiped my tears, thanked the girl, and hid the letter carefully under the bed frame.

Then I followed her to the riverbank.

A crowd stood on the shore, whispering and pointing. In the middle, two soaking figures held each other tightly.

The woman clung to the man's neck, sobbing like a storm.

"Clear the way! Natalia's here!" the girl yelled, making the man turn.

Seeing his young face, I froze. This was my youthful husband, Gerard Powell.

He frowned at me. "Didn't I ask you to bring clothes? You brought nothing!"

I looked at them and said, "You're both drenched. What's the point of clothes now?"

In my last life, I obediently brought clothes, only to be scolded by Gerard for not bringing any for Tonya.

Tonya peeked out from his arms. "Natalia, don't blame Gerard. He went in the river to save me! Oh..."

Gerard patted her back, comforting her. "It's alright. You're safe now. No need to fear."

A few village women glanced at me. One smirked, stepping forward to separate them, but Gerard pushed her back.

He carried Tonya to our house without a second thought.

Another woman grabbed my arm, whispering. "Natalia, don't be naive. How could you let Gerard carry Tonya? They've always been too close. If she steals him, you'll have no one to turn to."

Steal him? Gerard adored Tonya his entire life, even choosing to rest beside her in death.

Who wouldn't be touched by such love?