“It was my fault for suggesting we break up during our last fight. This time, I want to confess and get back together with him. Can you two help me?”
If I hadn’t lived through my past life, I might have immediately declared that Jason loved me and would never agree to get back with her. I would have told her to give up.
But because of everything I experienced in my past life, I knew clearly that Jason cared deeply for her. They were meant to be together.
“Sure, that’s no trouble at all. Honestly, everyone can tell Jason still has feelings for you. If you confess, it’ll definitely work out!” Yves responded matter-of-factly.
A smile of confidence spread across Shairine’s face as she looked at me with an air of triumph.
I remained indifferent, not taking it to heart.
Two days later, Yves and Jason’s friends had planned the perfect confession setup. They all agreed that true feelings were revealed in moments of crisis, so the idea was to take everyone to a mountain stream for a whitewater rafting trip.
When we reached the destination, I initially refused to go since I didn’t know how to swim, but Shairine grabbed my hand and insisted I join them on the raft.
Shairine was terrified of water and clung tightly to Jason.
Yves, understanding the unspoken plan, stepped aside to give them space and sat down next to me.
As the raft drifted down the stream, Shairine was so frightened that she practically threw herself onto Jason.
Instead of pushing her away, he gently patted her back and reassured her, “Don’t be scared, I’m here.”
His voice was incredibly soft and patient, as if soothing a child.
For a fleeting moment, I was reminded of our early days of marriage in my past life.
Back then, I was full of hope for our lives together. I took it upon myself to handle every detail of our home, believing that my efforts would make him feel the warmth of a family.
But one night, after I picked him up from a drunken night out, I overheard him venting to Shairine.
In his drunken stupor, he muttered, “I feel like I didn’t marry a wife—I married a nanny. She has to control everything and nags me nonstop. I don’t even want to go home anymore.”
“You, on the other hand, are so much better. You know when to give me space and never make me feel annoyed.”
Before I could process the bitter memory, a nearby raft lost control and collided violently with ours, snapping me back to the present.