Reborn as the Perfect Wife He Craved
Language: en
After my rebirth, when Donovan’s plaything again sent their explicit photos to my family’s group chat, I didn’t do as I had in my last life. I didn’t grab the fruit knife and stab him. Nor did I fly into a rage for divorce when he defended her. I even stopped him as he pretended to pick up his phone to “teach her a lesson.” “It’s fine,” I said calmly. “She’s young, just joking around. No need to scare her.” Donovan eyed me with suspicion. “What game are you playing now? Planning to go after Ruby again?” I smiled. “Of course not. I’m just…” I just don’t love you anymore. In my past life,…