Remarriage Failed Again Today

Ashley Grant watched them, her vision blurring.

’They looked so beautiful in the sunlight.’

Ryan Linton was dressed in a casual, blazer-style school uniform. Because of her leg, Kiera Keane wore a long, pristine white dress.

The hem of her dress fluttered in the breeze. Ryan Linton was breathtakingly handsome, and Kiera Keane clung to him—a gentle woman and a gorgeous man.

Ashley Grant saw the envious and jealous looks their classmates gave Kiera Keane. Ryan Linton held her in his arms like she was a little princess.

’The boy I’ve liked for five years... I finally found him, only to see him like this...’

The sight stung her eyes, and a film of tears welled up.

She got out of the car and stood before them, watching as Ryan Linton carried Kiera Keane right past her, not even sparing her a single glance.

A chill entered Ashley Grant’s eyes, and she pressed her lips into a stubborn line.

Miles Morton looked at her, seeming to understand what was happening.

He gently placed a hand on her shoulder and soothed in a low voice, "What’s wrong, Ashley?"

Ashley Grant shook her head, trying to act strong.

Suddenly, Ryan Linton stopped in his tracks and glanced back at her. Ashley Grant was sure he was about to say something.

Then, she smiled at him in anticipation.

Ryan Linton saw the hand resting on her shoulder, and an emotion Ashley Grant couldn’t decipher churned in his dark, deep eyes.

But in the end, he turned back around and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

In that instant, Ashley Grant suddenly let out a laugh.

"Ashley Grant, you’d better stop harassing Ryan from now on. He’s with Miss Keane, you get it?" Kate Shelby said venomously.

Ashley Grant just smiled and casually got back into the car. "I wish them an eternal union, a love so deep it’s to die for. And then, I hope they die a spectacular death. I’ll be on the sidelines, watching as their bones are ground to dust."

...

「Nordmark.」

When Leona Grant arrived in Nordmark, Annabelle Linton was nowhere near the rest of the team.

A large group had come this time. In truth, the government had only sent them as a gesture of goodwill to foster long-term development between the two nations.

Annabelle Linton had been there for two days before she realized the so-called "research" was just an excuse to wine and dine on the public dime.

’Perfect,’ she thought. She had been hoping to find time to explore Nordmark anyway, and now she didn’t have to feel conflicted about it.

Leona Grant couldn’t find Annabelle Linton. When he finally learned that Annabelle had taken leave to go to Fjordheim, he felt utterly dejected.

’Meeting this woman is harder than climbing to heaven.’

But what else could he do?

So, he boarded a plane and headed for Fjordheim.

...

「Meanwhile.」

Annabelle Linton sat at her vanity, meticulously applying her makeup.

Today, two of her university classmates were getting married on the coast of Fjordheim, and they had insisted she had to be there, no matter what.

Back in university, she, Aaron Wyatt, and a few others had been very close, and they had always taken good care of her.

But after graduation, they all went their separate ways.

She and the bride were very close. They had even promised back then to be each other’s maid of honor.

But in her last life, when she was getting married, Leona Grant had been completely against it. She was so afraid he would call off the wedding that she didn’t ask her friends to come.

When the bride got married in that past life, Annabelle had been held up by other matters, something that had left her with deep regret.

That was why Annabelle Linton absolutely could not miss the wedding this time.

Annabelle Linton put a lot of thought into her appearance.

Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders. At the bride’s request, she wore a short, champagne-colored, off-the-shoulder dress.

The dress was form-fitting, accentuating Annabelle Linton’s stunning curves. She wore silver pumps and carried a white chiffon clutch, looking every bit the goddess.

Annabelle Linton was beautiful—breathtakingly so.

Standing before the mirror, she couldn’t help but curve her lips into a small smile.

Annabelle Linton studied her reflection for a moment longer, and once she was sure everything was perfect, she prepared to leave. Just then, the doorbell rang.

She frowned out of habit and went to open the door.