Reborn, I Decided Not to Love Him Anymore Novel – I had been by Kennard Andrews’ side for eight years, and when he proposed to me, I was overjoyed, believing that I had finally reached the light at the end of the tunnel. But after we were married, he remained distant, only showing a slight change during the nights. I thought that was just his nature.
Then, when I became pregnant, I was thrilled and shared the news on Twitter. But instead of celebrating with me, he drugged me, left me in a room meant for homeless people, and allowed me to be violated until I miscarried. As if that wasn’t enough, he took me to his family’s private hospital and made the decision to have my uterus removed. Heartbroken, I confronted Kennard, asking him why he had done this.
He coldly stared at me, his eyes filled with contempt. “If you hadn’t posted that Twitter, Jill wouldn’t have gotten into that car accident!” “How dare you still live?” he spat, before pushing me off the high-rise building. That’s when I learned the painful truth: Kennard had always loved his first love, Jillian Hoyles. When I regained consciousness, I found myself back at the very moment he proposed to me at the party. “Sandra, marry me!” The familiar voice echoed in my ear, pulling my thoughts back to the present.Looking at the familiar handsome face in front of me, it seemed to merge with the angry, threatening expression from the rooftop, and I was both startled and frightened.
After a long silence, Kennard wasn’t angry; he simply waited patiently for my answer. He seemed certain that I wouldn’t reject him. Yes, if this were before, I would have already embarrassed myself by shedding tears and nodding in agreement. But I knew that when Kennard proposed to me in the last life, it was only because Jillian was planning to go abroad. He, in a fit of frustration, used that as a way to try to force Jillian to stay.
This time, I was determined to stay away from Kennard and live my own life. With this thought, I quickly adjusted my emotions and, under Kennard’s burning gaze, gently shook my head. Kennard seemed somewhat surprised, not expecting me to refuse, and he couldn’t help but blurt out, “Why? You’re not…” But stopped abruptly when his gaze met the strange expression on my face. I knew what he had meant to say: “Wasn’t I the one you loved so deeply? Didn’t I chase you for eight years?” Because I knew that if I had agreed to him, Jillian would be drugged at the party, heartbroken, and taken advantage of, losing her ability to have children.
And all of this would be blamed on me. To completely sever ties with Kennard, Jillian couldn’t be harmed—not today, at least.