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back.”
The broadcast continued playing my memories, and the world watched in disbelief and anger.
People were furious.
But Ryan remained calm.
Calm enough to investigate and fact–check everything he saw in my memories.
That’s when I realized: Claire had been managing his emails the whole time.
She had been filtering out junk and replying to simple work messages before showing him only the important ones.
The message I scheduled to send him after our divorce was clearly deleted by her.
I could see the anger simmering in Ryan’s eyes.
A man like him, who thrives on being in control of everything, could never accept being played like that.
When the broadcast reached the part where I caught Claire trying to take advantage of Ryan while he was drunk, his stoic face finally cracked.
12:32 PM
“Oh my god, my eyes! If I’ve done something wrong, please, punish me legally, not with this disgusting scene!”
“Quick, take bets! Was he really drunk or just pretending?”
“If I got caught like that, I’d die of shame on the spot.”
“As a ten–year reader of romance novels, I’m betting the next morning she’ll cry and claim she was ‘forced‘ and didn’t want him to take responsibility. So ‘selfless and considerate.“”
“No more guesses needed–yup, Claire was the kidney donor. And that dream Nina had… yikes.”
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The talk about me being reborn sparked another wave of discussion online.
It got so bad that the servers crashed, pausing the broadcast for a few minutes.
When it resumed, the live comments had been disabled.
By now, the broadcast had reached the part where Claire confessed everything to me.
Ryan’s eyes had turned bloodshot with regret.
When the broadcast reached the moment I spat blood and collapsed, tears streamed down his face.
For a second, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
In two lifetimes, I had never seen Ryan cry.
“I’m sorry…”
His voice trembled with sobs. His shoulders slumped as he tried to hold back his cries, but the pain still broke through.
This was what I had wanted to see.
But in that moment, my heart felt heavy.
I turned my head and stared out the car window, tears welling in my own eyes.
I didn’t regret giving up the treatment. I didn’t regret seeking revenge.
If I could do it all over again, my only wish is that I’d never met him.
