Blurb：
After being reborn, Casper faces the same painful choice: Serena Johnson shoves divorce papers at him to protect her secret lover, Vincent. Haunted by the memory of Vivian’s sacrifice and Serena’s past betrayal, Casper knows the grim future that awaits if he refuses—false accusations, public shame, and a tragic end. But this time, he agrees without a fight. In a world where Serena’s infidelity threatens to ruin Johnson Holdings and Vincent’s reputation, Casper decides to rewrite his destiny. Will signing the papers free him, or plunge him deeper into their web of lies? Dive into this tale of revenge, redemption, and a second chance at life.
Content：
The moment I was reborn, I immediately signed the divorce papers my wife shoved in my face.
My wife, Serena Johnson, had a man on the side, and it got exposed.
To prevent him from being labeled a homewrecker,
Serena came to me with the divorce agreement, begging me.
Vivian died saving me. Her brother is all she left behind. I have to look after him. Can’t you be the bigger person here?
Years ago, Serena was targeted by a business rival. Her car went out of control.
Vivian, without a second thought for her own safety, threw herself into the driver’s seat to wrench the steering wheel to safety.
In the end, Serena walked away without a scratch, but Vivian didn’t make it.
Her dying wish was for Serena to take care of her younger brother, Vincent.
In my past life, when I found out she was willing to sacrifice me for Vincent,
I lost it. I tore up the divorce papers right in front of her.
But eventually, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer.
I wanted to let Serena go—and let myself off the hook, too.
Then Vincent whispered to her, “Don’t you think Casper might be faking it just to mess with you?”
She became convinced I was pretending to be sick—that it was all some manipulative game.
To escape the media pressure, she set me up.
She framed me for assaulting an intern, filed for divorce citing my “infidelity,” and left me to the wolves.
In utter despair, I ended my own life early.
“Casper, we’ll tell everyone we’d already planned to divorce a year ago.
It just got delayed for… various reasons.”
Serena’s voice pulled me from my daze. I’d been staring blankly at a glass of water.
Just a day earlier,
a paparazzo had leaked photos suggesting Vincent was being kept by Serena.
The label “homewrecker” trended nationwide. Vincent was torn apart online.
Serena Johnson, CEO of Johnson Holdings, was labeled a cheater—a scandal that crashed her company’s stock overnight.
In my last life, when the news first broke, I’d actually laughed at how flimsy the “evidence” was.
Just grainy photos and wild speculation, I thought.
But when she slid those divorce papers toward me,that laugher died on my lips, replaced by a bitter, cold realization.
I screamed, cried, demanded the truth about her and Vincent.
If it was all rumors, there were a million ways to clear his name.
But she chose to throw me under the bus instead.
She said I cheated first. That I was inadequate, forcing her to seek comfort elsewhere”
“Casper.”
Her voice snapped me back to the present.
“You have to believe me—this is temporary. Once things calm down, we’ll remarry.”
I slowly lifted my gaze to the documents on the table.
“Casper, when this is over, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.
I’ll buy you that supercar you’ve been eyeing, alright?”
She moved closer, wrapping her arms around me, pleading with her eyes.
Her voice softened to that coaxing tone she knew I loved.
I stayed silent.
Vincent, standing pale beside her, looked pale and tense.
“Please, Casper… help me.”
“I’m an orphan. My sister’s gone. I have no one else.
I didn’t know who else to turn to. Please.”
As he spoke, his knees seemed to buckle, his body swaying as if his legs could no longer hold him up.
Serena moved instantly, catching him and pulling him into a supportive embrace.
“Get ahold of yourself!” she hissed at him, though her sharp, impatient glance was directed at me. “Have some self-respect! This isn’t the way.”
She scolded him quietly but shot me an impatient look.
“My mind is made up. I expect you to cooperate at the press conference tomorrow. Otherwise—”
“I’ll sign.”
I cut her off. I was done watching their performance.
I knew what came after “otherwise.”
Last time, not long after I ripped up the agreement,
I was framed for assaulting an intern.
“Proof” of my affair was leaked.
Overnight, I went from victim to public enemy number one.
And them? The real guilty ones walked away clean.
Serena looked startled. She hadn’t expected me to agree so quickly.
“I’ll sign, on one condition.”
I met her eyes calmly, no emotion in my voice.
After a brief pause, she nodded.
“If there’s anything else you want, name it. I’ll make it happen.”
I didn’t answer. I picked up the pen, flipped to the last page, and signed: Casper Young.
“Aren’t you going to read the terms?” she asked, her brow slightly furrowed as she studied me, confusion evident in her stare.
I smiled faintly. “No, it doesn’t matter anymore.”
I closed the pen, handed her the agreement.
“Anything else?”
My tone was as neutral as if I were discussing the weather.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. We’ll go to the courthouse.”
I gave a slight nod but didn’t reply.
Her eyes held something complex, but in the end, she just sighed and turned to leave.
Vincent followed her. As he opened the door, he paused, glanced back over his shoulder,
and with a mocking curl of his lip, silently mouthed two words: “I won.”
Then he was gone.
Last time, he did win. I lost everything.
But not this time. This time, I won’t lose—not even a single thing.
A moment later, my phone lit up. A message from Liam:
“Hey man, Serena told me. I know she’s in the wrong here.”
“But you know how she struggled after what happened to Vivian.”
“She’s pouring all that guilt into taking care of Vincent.”
“Once this blows over, she says she wants a big wedding—a fresh start. Believe her, okay?”
I laughed when I read it, but tears stung my eyes.
Last life, it was the same.
Serena used her friends to pressure me into signing.
But she forgot—they were my friends too.
Liam couldn’t stand watching us fall apart.
He begged Serena not to sacrifice her marriage for Vincent.
And to me, he kept saying: “She’s loyal. Just trust her.”
Back then, I argued:
“All these years,she always puts Vincent first in everything! I know she feels guilty—I’ve always tried to understand.”
“But now? There are a thousand ways to clear his name, and she chooses to sacrifice me instead?
She’s throwing away twelve years without a second thought.”
Liam had hesitated once, then told me what she said to him:
“If someone has to get hurt, I’ll choose Casper. He loves me—he’ll understand I have no option.”
Because I loved her, I was disposable?
Since when did love mean that?
But now—I still have a chance to make things right.
When it came to Vincent, Serena always moved fast.
She got the signed papers just the dae day before, and by the next morning, a press conference was already arranged.
I was sitting in the garden when Serena’s assistant approached.
“Mr. Young, Ms. Johnson asked me to bring you to the press conference.”
Before I could respond, she added, “Sir, even if not for her—do it for your own reputation.”
I almost laughed.
Serena was threatening me again.
Scared I’d back out, she was resorting the same tricks as last time.
To protect Vincent, she’d ruin me without a second thought.
I never understood: in her heart, was I her husband—or her enemy?
Now she wants to clarify things publicly?
Fine. I had my own reasons for being there.
The car pulled up to the most luxurious hotel in New York.
Paparazzi swarmed the entrance. Camera flashes everywhere.
The assistant led me through the crowd into the lobby.
“Could you make some room, please?” Serena’s voice came from behind.
Vincent, in a tailored suit, walked in with her arm in arm—like a perfect couple.
I turned and met her eyes. She looked away immediately, focusing only on Vincent.
They looked intimate, oblivious to anyone else—including me.
I let out a soft, self-mocking laugh.
“Mr. Young, is it true? Are you and Ms. Johnson really divorced?”
A young reporter, probably an intern, asked timidly.
“Yes,” I said calmly, nodding.
She pressed further, “But you two met in college… you dated for five years and were married for seven…”
“Last month, Ms. Johnson bought you a yacht! And the fireworks on your birthday—everyone talked about it.”
I kept smiling, but my eyes were cold. “She owed me that.”
Because Vincent said, “I miss my sister, can you stay with me?”
She missed my birthday. The gifts were just apologies.
Last life, I actually felt proud—never realizing what those “gifts” really meant.
Later, I learned it was Liam’s idea. Serena didn’t even handle the arrangements.
She didn’t know where the fireworks were launched.
“Mr. Young, you said she owed you… but what about your feelings for her?”
The intern kept going, her voice tense now. The room has grown quiet around us. Serena was looking at me, her brow slightly furrowed.
I smiled, but my gaze turned icy. “I don’t love her anymore.”
The intern wanted to ask more, but a senior reporter held her back.
I didn’t stay for the whole event. After clarifying the situation between Serena and me, I left.
Cameras followed me, but I ignored them.
Overnight, public opinion shifted.
The interview trended for days.
Especially Serena’s statement:
“Vincent isn’t the reason our marriage ended.”
“His sister saved my life. He’s all she left behind—caring for him is my responsibility.”
“Casper and I planned to divorce a year ago. We just hadn’t announced it.”
“We always hoped to end our marriage in the most proper way, avoiding unnecessary hurt for each other and those around us.”
“We hope everyone understands—Vincent is not to blame.”
Just like that, Vincent went from “homewrecker” to “victim.”
And I? I became the heartless ex who abandoned Serena.
People whispered about my supposed inadequacies, my alleged “bizarre” private habits and “unusual” preferences.
I was the one who twisted their “pure” sibling-like bond.
I was the gold digger who left her.
I stood at the center of the storm, taking hit after hit.
“Don’t take the online comments in your mind. People will forget soon,” Serena said after we left the courthouse.
I looked at her with pure scorn.
When Vincent was criticized, she couldn’t withstand a single ounce of it.
But when it’s me? “Time heals everything.”
“Casper, it’s almost Christmas. You’ve always loved spring.”
“When spring comes, let’s have another wedding. Okay?”
Her voice was gentle, almost careful. She reached for my hand.
I stepped back, avoiding her touch, looking toward the reporters held back by security.
Serena noticed, putting distance between us.
“Serena, I’m going back to Boston.”
“That’s good. Spend time with your parents. At Christmas, I’ll come bring you back—”
“I’m not coming back,” I interrupted.
Her smile froze.
“Casper, don’t say things like that. Wait for me in Boston, I’ll—”
“Serena, it’s time to honor the promise you made when I signed the papers.”
She stared blankly.
When I first came back to life, I wondered if things might be different this time.
But when she handed me the divorce papers again, I felt only relief.
“Serena, I want you to stay out of my life. Forever.”
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