This is a story of rebirth and redemption. In the previous life, Liz Tuccillo was deceived by cunning people. She distrusted and even hated Greg Behrendt who had loved her for more than eight years. At the end of her life, Liz almost killed Greg because of disbelief. Before her death, she finally knew the truth. After rebirth, she decides to pursue Greg and spoil him. Hence, the daily dialogues between them are as follows: Liz: "Dear, I will cook you a meal today"; Greg: "OK". Liz: "Honey, let me give you a massage" ; Greg: "OK". Liz: "Dear, I love you"; Greg: "OK. No. Wait. I love you more". In short, this is also a sweet story.
Liz Tuccillo's body felt damp and sticky, and she could not tell if it was sweat or water.
With her brows furrowed, she opened her eyes in a daze.
A tall slender figure became clear in her sight.
The look in the eyes belonging to that figure was as indifferent as a serene lake, and the pupils were as deep as there was a galaxy inside.
His brows were delicate, his nose was high-bridged, his countenance was fair and smooth, and his thin lips were slightly pursed.
It was a perfect face, giving off a noble, graceful vibe.
Meanwhile, his expression was tinged with an imperceptible touch of disappointment.
Greg Behrendt!
It was him!
How could it be? Was not he dead?
Liz's heart abruptly hurt like someone was poking it with needles.
Was this a dream?
Was this momentary recovery of consciousness before death?
No matter what, if she could see Greg again, she would never let him go!
"Greg!"
Liz called out to the man, then hooked his neck with her arms and tilted her head to move towards his thin lips.
"You! Ugh!"
Greg's mouth was covered by the woman's before he could come to his senses.
Liz's Lips were as soft as rose petals with the sweet scent of female breathing. The kissing was like a deadly poison, taking away the man's reason.
After letting go of her mouth, Liz gasped for air.
Although they had been married for years, they seldom kissed, and Liz still had no idea how to keep breathing while kissing.
Her cheeks were burning hot.
It was the first time she took the initiative to kiss him.
It felt good with sweetness left between her lips and teeth.
Thank the Lord for giving her such a pleasant dream before her death.
"You just fell in the river. Did you get water in your head?"
Greg's voice was pleasing to the ear.
With her eyes narrowed, Liz fell to the ground with enjoyment.
It was time to die eventually.
A cold finger poked her forehead non-stop.
And a mellow, somewhat interrogative voice sounded.
"Liz, what the hell are you doing?"
Liz wrinkled her nose.
The dream lasted longer than she had expected.
"Is it because you want me to save your father that you've been so active?"
To save Dad?
Was not Dad dead as well?
Wait, something seemed to be wrong.
Liz abruptly opened her eyes and looked around with her eye sockets wide open.
She saw the European-style, luxurious ceiling, the pale blue chiffon curtains, the tan bed edges, floor, and door.
It was all too familiar.
She had lived in this environment for five years!
And she had been with the man before her eyes for five years as well.
Only then did she realize that Greg was soaked to the skin, and when she looked down, she found that she herself was wet from top to bottom too.
Liz suddenly nursed a sense of déjà vu at the familiar scene and items.
Then, she reached out to grab Greg's hand.
An ordinary platinum ring on his slender finger came into the woman's view.
Liz purchased the cheapest ring on purpose to annoy Greg.
During their five years of marriage, Greg only wore it for one day.
And that only day was their wedding day.
Thus, she concluded that she was on their wedding day at this moment.
Liz was reborn!
She traveled back to five years ago!
Waves of ecstasy and excitement filled her heart.
Liz could not help but grab Greg by the scruff of his neck again and give him a deep kiss on the lips.
"Greg, it's so good to see you again! It's amazing."
Greg frowned uncomprehendingly.
He did not stop the woman from holding him tightly but lowered his head to touch her forehead with his.
It was not hot, so she did not have a fever.
Then why did she suddenly talk nonsense?
With a darkened expression, he removed her hands from his neck.
He put his arms around his chest with a standoffish look in his eyes.
"Two hours ago, you ran out on our wedding in public, and now you're saying it's good to see me again? Liz, what the hell are you doing?"
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"