Chapter 1

Married for five years, he only shared a bed with me, never his heart.

It was a family marriage; I knew better than to hope for more, thinking it was enough.

Until our anniversary night.

I defied his rule for the first time and secretly took off the blindfold.

That's when I accidentally saw the name tattooed on his waist.

It hit me then.

Jasper wasn't incapable of love; he simply kept it hidden, saving it for my sister.

We had a furious argument, wishing each other dead.

Unbelievably, it all came true when we had a car accident, driving off a cliff.

Before dying, Jasper looked at me, his face bloodied, and begged:

"Daphne, if there's a next life, let's not be husband and wife, okay?"

I looked at him with a bitter smile, like someone who'd lost their mind.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Jasper kneeling on the ground:

"Uncle, Aunt, I can't marry Daphne. I love Iris."

I was stunned.

But quickly relieved, as I didn't want to choose him this time either.

After being reborn, I chose to marry Asher.

In the past life, Asher died at thirty, and his mother fainted from crying, while his father aged overnight.

Everyone mourned his passing.

He was remarkable, becoming the head of the family at a young age.

Beneath his frail body was a steadfast heart. Before he died, I intended to see him one last time.

But I heard him say, "I like Daphne."

"What I've done, she doesn't need to know. I just want her to be well."

He said not all love needs to be spoken, not all love requires reciprocation.

For many years, no one knew except his assistant. His love was kept so deep that I never noticed until his last moment, filled with regret.

Today, I've returned from rebirth. This time, I choose to marry Asher, even if it's just for that "like" from the past life.

I want to help him, at least not let him die with regrets again.

But Asher's mother was a bit hesitant, "Are you sure you want to marry Asher?"

I calmly exchanged wedding documents with her, confirming Asher's name on them, and smiled slightly, "Yes, Aunt."

Asher's mother tried to persuade me again:

"They say Asher won't live past thirty, you..."

"Daphne, even if Jasper disagrees with the marriage, you don't have to choose a husband from the Adams Family."

After a while, I smiled, raised my hand, and gently patted her hand.

Reassuring her, "Aunt, Asher will live a long and full life."