Love Finally Finds its Way - Chapter 1

My childhood sweetheart’s ideal woman committed suicide simply because he married me. In the thirty years of our marriage, we most often cursed each other with a terrible death.

We had a huge fight on the day I died. Before slamming the door, he poisoned my tea.

The moment the poison took effect, I knew it was him. I,clung to my last breath, waited for him to return, and stabbed him in the abdomen, wanting him to join me in hell.

But as I lay dying, I overheard him stopping his men from killing me.

With his last breath, he said, “Give her the antidote I found. After I die, you must continue investigating who has been poisoning her. And… when she wakes up, don’t tell this crazy woman that I was the one who found the antidote.”

Hearing those words, I closed my eyes and shed a tear. Only at the very end did I understand how terribly wrong we had been.

Whether it was divine mercy or not, I was reborn. After my rebirth, I decisively changed my university application to study abroad, on the other side of the ocean.

I thought that from then on, the world would be vast and free, and he and his beloved could live happily ever after without me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was leaning in a warm embrace. Someone was holding a spoon to my lips, offering ginger soup. I turned my head sharply and met Asher Knight’s bloodshot eyes.

In that instant, we both froze. I remembered. This was the day after I’d stood in the heavy rain all night, trying to force him to marry me.

Asher clearly hadn’t slept; a light stubble shadowed his chin.

“Drink it yourself.” The worry in his eyes vanished the moment he saw I was awake. He pushed me away, and that familiar, tense, confrontational atmosphere from my previous life returned.

“Asher…” I croaked, my voice hoarse.

“Hmm?”

“Hug me again.” I said.

He started to get up, but I hugged him from behind. I could feel his muscles instantly tense.

“Scarlett…” He grasped my hands tightly. “Forced melons are never sweet.”

“I know.” I pressed myself close against his back, feeling his warmth one last time. “I’ve figured it out.”

“Figured it out?” He chuckled, his voice laced with exhaustion. “When haven’t you said that?”

With that, he forcibly pried my hands open, pushed me onto the bed, and left without a backward glance.

The sight of him slamming the door echoed our last meeting in my previous life.

I looked down at my palms, as if his warmth still lingered there. But he didn’t know that this time, I truly understood.

I was the girl next door who grew up with him, the daughter of his deceased benefactor, and always a source of trouble. But I was never his love. I closed my eyes and silently told myself that this time, I really had to let go.