After being reborn, my husband crazily pursued me

On the bustling streets of the city center， I had been sitting in a café called "Encounter" for two hours. I was in a corner seat， facing the counter， where a young girl in a sky-blue apron was busy brewing various drinks. She was about 1.6 meters tall， weighing no more than 90 pounds， slender and fair， with thick black hair tied up in a high ponytail. Her crescent-shaped eyes were infectious when she smiled. "Ma'am， would you like another refill?" She approached me， her smile radiant. I was taken aback， realizing I had been lost in watching this young girl for a moment. Fortunately， being a woman myself， I avoided being mistaken for a creep or a pervert. "Sure， another black coffee， please，" I replied politely， my voice subdued. Soon， the girl brought me another cup of bitter black coffee. Instead of leaving immediately， she hesitated for a moment and then spoke， "Ma'am， you've already had two cups of black coffee. Although it's refreshing， excessive consumption can be harmful. How about... having it next time?" She was kind and outgoing， her voice clear like wind chimes， pleasant to the ears. Glancing at the black coffee on the table， I picked up my bag and stood up. "Alright， let's settle the bill." The girl was pleased that I heeded her advice. She quickly went to the counter to settle the bill， informing me at the end， "Ma'am， your total today is 87 yuan. Would you like to pay by cash or mobile payment?" I settled the bill in silence and swiftly left the café. "Madam，" Harold greeted me respectfully as I emerged， opening the car door for me. "Let's go home，" I said with a faint smile， instructing him. As the car smoothly started， I closed my eyes in the back seat， the youthful and radiant face of the girl from the café lingering in my mind. Was it her? The girl who， a year later， made Horner willing to sever ties with his family and divorce me at great cost. I never expected that my first act after being reborn would be to find her current workplace and observe her like a voyeur. I was too curious. What kind of girl could take away the man I had loved for ten years? In the previous life， I had never even seen her face， only her name and a few photos. Horner protected her like a precious treasure， while I suffered defeat without ever facing my opponent. Young， beautiful， innocent， kind， cheerful... all these adjectives fit her perfectly. Her only weakness was her lack of any family background， a stark contrast to Horner's status. Suddenly， Harold spoke up， "Madam， today is your and Mr. Horner's wedding anniversary." I opened my eyes wearily， feeling a moment of confusion. Counting it up， this year marked the fifth year since I married Horner. Every year on our anniversary， I would be busy preparing a candlelit dinner and wedding gifts all day. This year， I was 27， and he was 29. "I know，" I rubbed my slightly uncomfortable temples. "You don't need to remind me." Perhaps Harold sensed that I was different from previous years， which prompted his reminder. But why was it always me giving? Why did I have to love that man? I pondered this question before my death in the previous life. For Horner， I ended up losing everything in the end， only to meet a miserable fate. Lost in thought， the car had already stopped at the gate of mine and Horner's home—a mansion gifted to us by both parents， occupying thousands of square meters， luxurious and grand. To my surprise， Horner's car was also parked at the gate. He was back. My emotions were complicated. What expression should I wear when facing the culprit after experiencing death once? I thought I would hate Horner. He forced his wife of five years into a corner for another woman， and even ruthlessly dealt with my once-doting in-laws， causing the downfall of my maternal family. But upon seeing him again， I found that I didn't hate him as strongly as I expected. Instead， there was more of a sense of resignation. In the previous life， Horner had offered me a chance， proposing a peaceful divorce with compensation in the form of a share of the Pei family business， enough to sustain me for a lifetime. But I refused. Despite ten years of effort， I never received a hint of his love. Yet another woman managed to capture his heart in just one year， turning him against everyone. So， I used every means to try to win him back， eventually leading to our confrontation and eventual separation. Now， those events had yet to unfold. Rather than harboring hatred， I wanted to change the bitter outcome I had brought upon myself. "Why are you standing there?" Horner sat in the living room， casually crossing his long legs. The cigarette between his fingers had burned out， and he expertly extinguished it in the ashtray. Then， he glanced at me with the same indifferent gaze as always. On our wedding day， Horner had made it clear that we were merely partners， long-term roommates. He felt nothing for me. "It's nothing. Just didn't expect you to be home，" I bent down to change into slippers， Hermes elephant gray slippers—simple in design with a stable color. They were comfortable to wear but lacked any other attractive features. I thought of the girl in the café， wearing a blue apron with a small red flower smiley face on it， something no one else had. Compared to her， all my clothes were expensive yet dull—unchanging in their simplicity and gloominess. Suddenly， I felt a strong aversion to these slippers and tossed them aside， walking into the living room barefoot. Seeing me walking barefoot， Horner furrowed his brows slightly， a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Not wearing shoes?" "Yeah， didn't feel like it，" I replied calmly， sitting across from him. "It's rare. What's got into you?" Horner chuckled unexpectedly， using a lighter tone than usual. Got inspired by your future true love， I thought to myself. I looked down at my clean feet， which appeared somewhat dry due to their extreme thinness. Unlike Eng， who， despite being thin， had firm and elastic skin， I seemed nothing but skin and bones. Five years of lonely marriage had brought about several health issues， and I had lost interest in eating， resulting in me becoming thinner and resembling a skeleton more and more. "Horner." "Yeah?" Horner was looking at his phone， not lifting his head. He was dressed in a black shirt and trousers of excellent quality. With his tall and well-proportioned figure， perfect head-to-body ratio， and smooth facial features， he was the epitome of a dream for millions of girls. I withdrew my gaze from my feet， staring at the man opposite me， my voice slightly hoarse. "Let's get divorced." As soon as the words left my mouth， I heard Horner's scoff. He tossed his phone onto the sofa and looked at me with a familiar yet cold gaze， asking， "Alice， what game are you playing now?"