Reborn To Steal His Success
To claim our destiny again, I waited two full years in the same community center social where we first met.
Watching him walk toward me with that familiar, determined stride, my heart swelled with joy. I reached out my hand, ready to start our new life.
But his steps carried him past me, stopping instead in front of Savannah Reed, the Directors daughter.
May I have this dance?
It turned out he wanted to change partners.
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Willow, youve looked toward that door at least ten times. Who are you waiting for? So many handsome guys here, and you havent spared a glance for any of them?
I ignored Savannahs chatter, my eyes fixed on the entrance.
I had been reborn, and tonight was the night I first met my husband, Ezra Thorne.
In our previous life, Ezra and I were the couple everyone pointed to.
We started from nothing, building a life and a business over sixty years.
We were poor, we fought, we struggled, we cried, we made up, and we complainedbut we never once mentioned splitting up.
In our toughest times, we shared a single roll, huddling together for warmth.
After we made our fortune and moved into a house, we still supported our friends and family.
We walked through life hand-in-hand, the enviable model couple.
On his deathbed, I asked him:
If you could be reborn, would you still ask me to dance that night?
He kissed me without hesitation, and I ended that life with a smile.
So in this life, I refused every man who showed interest, no matter how capable or handsome he was.
I was waiting for Ezra Thorne. I was going to be his wife again.
I avoided every social mixer at Talon Textiles & Design.
I told my frantic parents I had a soulmate, and he would arrive at our company on this exact date next year.
My parents thought I was losing my mind.
I waited year after year. Ezra, who should have joined the company in 1986, finally showed up in 1988.
It was then I learned he had spent two years in the military.
Ezra had always lamented his biggest regret was never having served, yet here he was, having deliberately chosen two years in the armed forces.
A guess formed in my mind: Had he been reborn too?
When I heard Ezra was attending the social mixer, my excitement was uncontrollable. I was the first to sign up.
Even two years late, I wore the same polka-dot red dress and had my hair styled just like the night we met.
I turned down every invitation, sitting in the waiting area, staring intently at the door.
Tonight, I would officially greet him.
Thats the new tech specialist at the plant.
And I heard he just got back from the militaryyou can tell. The whole vibe is different.
Savannah nudged my arm, pointing toward the main entrance.
That familiar silhouette entered my field of vision. The thumping music of the dance floor seemed to slow to 0.5 speed.
His close-cropped hair, the sharp lines of his jawhe scanned the room as if searching. The moment his eyes met mine, he gave a shy smile, revealing his signature dimple.
He walked through the crowd, straight toward me, just like the last time.
Twenty-four-year-old Ezra Thorne still made my heart race.
I took a deep breath. My heart hammered faster as he approached. I raised my arm, ready to receive the happiness of this second life.
My hand froze mid-air.
He stepped past me, stopping in front of Savannah Reed, who was sitting just behind me.
Hello, miss. May I have this dance?
Savannah looked flustered, her face immediately flushing crimson. Colleagues around us started to cheer and egg her on.
Ezras the new guy, Savannah! Dont crush his confidence!
Yeah, go on! Just one dance!
Unable to refuse, Savannah placed her hand in his.
Ezra took her hand, and they walked onto the dance floor. The crowd erupted in cheers.
I sat there dumbfounded, the loud music now a meaningless buzz.
Ezra didn't spare me a second glance. He walked straight past me, his steps unwavering, toward Savannah.
Had he wanted to ask Savannah to dance, even back then?
I fled the venue. Rain poured down, and memories of the previous life flooded back.
Last time, Savannah had invited me to the social. She had styled me from head to toe.
The red polka-dot dress was one she often wore. The curls were a look she had copied from an old movie star.
We were similar in height and build. When we were dressed up, standing next to Savannah, I looked a bit like her twin.
I couldnt dance, so I only dared to sit in the corner.
Ezra had approached, lowering his gaze, and asked me in front of everyone:
Hello, miss. May I have this dance?
The stage lights were dim. He didnt dare look up. Seeing my delay, he gathered his courage and added:
Ive liked you for a long time. Please, dance with me!
That was the first time I had ever truly heard my own heartbeat. Id silently been in love with Ezra for ages. Suddenly confessed to by the object of my affection, I panicked.
My mind blank, I woodenly extended my hand and managed to reply, I like you too.
The colleagues around us cheered.
It was only then that Ezra looked up and our eyes met.
At the time, I couldnt read the shock in Ezras eyes. I thought it was surprise.
After that one dance, I grew bolder and sought him out. Ezra never rejected me.
The people at the plant quickly assumed we were a couple.
Marriage and children followed, as if by simple momentum.
Even though he was distant, I always believed he was just a naturally reserved man.
But now, remembering the burning intensity of his gaze as he looked at Savannah in the dance hall
The truth hit me. Ezra had been aiming for Savannah all along.
I remembered Savannah saying she had a soft spot for military men.
Thats why he joined the military first thing in this life. His supposed regret from the past life was a direct reference to Savannah.
Ezras purpose in being reborn was as clear as mine.
Only our targets had changed.
I went home, sick from the rain. My parents worried outside my door for days.
Once I recovered, I said with chilling composure, Mom, Dad, Im ready to start dating.
In this life, Ezra seemed like a completely different person. The man from the past life was cautious and would consider every move carefully. But the man now practically moved his desk next to Savannahs.
It was as if he wanted everyone at Talon to know he was obsessed with Savannah.
His aggression and passion were things Id never seen. In the old days, if I got too close to him at work, hed avoid me.
Were in the same unit. People will talk.
I dont know what gossip he was afraid of then, but now, hed been warned repeatedly by the Director and still hadnt stopped pursuing Savannah.
Savannah, my best friend, couldnt stop venting to me about Ezra.
Hes so annoying! Ezra Thorne is like glue, everywhere I go, hes there!
You dont like him? I noticed you kept the gifts and went to the movie he paid for.
Keeping a gift means I have to date him? I get gifts from guys all the time.
Savannah had many suitors. Ezra, even with two years in the military, wasnt particularly outstanding otherwise.
Savannah shared the imported chocolate Ezra bought her with everyone. A pang of envy struck me as I looked at the piece in my hand.
When I was pregnant in the last life, I desperately wanted a sweet piece of chocolate. But he said we were starting a business, and every penny had to be spent wisely. With a baby on the way, money was tight. No matter what I wanted, he always had a thousand reasons why not.
Now, if Savannah just mentioned wanting some, hed buy her so many boxes she couldn't finish them.
Love and disinterest were always obvious. It was just my own delusion that made me blind to it.
Later, feeling a bit low on sugar at my desk, I unwrapped the chocolate Savannah gave me.
How could you eat that?
This was the first time Ezra had spoken to me since his rebirth. But his next action was to slap the chocolate out of my hand.
Thats for Savannah! Where did you steal that from?
The word steal chilled me to the bone. That was his opinion of me: a thief.
What is wrong with you! I gave that to Willow!
Savannah stepped in instantly to protect me. Ezra gave an awkward half-smile.
Oh, right. My bad.
He turned to Savannah, his tone shifting to pleading. Savannah, that chocolate was expensive. It cost half my paycheck. You should really keep it for yourself.
Ill give it to whoever I want! Its none of your business! Come on, Will, Ill take you out to eat.
When Ezra had said steal, his eyes looked at me like I was a complete stranger. He never once considered that I might have been reborn, too.
After all, we had been together for sixty years, started a business, built a home, and raised children. Even without love, surely there was family affection.
His cold tone was laced with resentment. He was terrified of having any connection to me, even through a gift he had given to someone else.
So, Savannah, when are you going to make things official with Ezra?
Savannah sighed, pushing some mashed potatoes onto my plate.
His background is just too rough. Besides the military thing, nothing about him excites me. Im still thinking about it.
Despite her words, within two months, the news of Ezra and Savannahs relationship was all over the plant.
Many speculated that Ezra was chasing Savannah because she was the Directors daughtera classic opportunist looking for an easy climb.
But to prove his true love, Ezra got Savannahs face tattooed on his arm.
In the last life, when our son tattooed a photo of me and Ezra on his arm, Ezra had shamed him relentlessly. I never imagined hed use that same move to woo Savannah.
Savannahs parents hated the tattoo and Ezras perceived opportunism. They demanded they break up immediately. But with young people, the more you push, the tighter they cling.
To show he wasnt a gold-digger, Ezra swore he would buy Savannah the first fully paid-off condo in the city by next month.
Listening to the gossip, a thought struck me:
Ezra, from a poor background, where would he get the money to buy a house, let alone next month?
Wait. Oh, hell.
I suddenly remembered that next month, the city was hosting the first-ever National Bridal Design Competition. Last life, I entered a sketch just to try.
My design won the gold medal and was bought by an industry insider for an astronomical fifty thousand dollars.
In the 1980s, that fifty thousand became the seed capital for Ezra and my business.
My brain spun. Last life, I only submitted the drawing. If I could actually sew the dress, I could get a lot more.
I worked overtime for over a month.
When I arrived at the competition venue, I heard waves of praise.
Who designed this? Its practically art!
This level is world-class!
I totally underestimated Ezra Thorne! That heavy beadwork is simply divine.
...
The applause was non-stop.
I looked toward the cluster of people.
A gown identical to my past lifes design was on a model.
The elaborate beadwork, the jewelry choice, the lace patterneverything was exactly the same.
The only difference: the design was credited to Ezra Thorne.
I had forgotten. In the previous life, he had seen that winning design hundreds of times and used it as the corporate showpiece for our company.
I met Ezras eyes.
I didn't need to ask for an explanation, but his eyes were filled with provocation. He turned to the crowd of contestants and declared:
Competitions should be about sincerity. If you only bring a sketch, maybe don't bother showing up!
My finished work has been in process for over a month. Every stitch is my own blood, sweat, and tears!
He was certain I had only brought the sketch, just as I had the last time.
The onlookers praised his dedication. The few who had only brought sketches lowered their heads in shame.
My mother, who had come to help me, saw Ezras work and panicked.
Honey, how is his design exactly the same as yours?
Ezra and the people nearby overheard Moms words.
A moment of silence passed.
Ezra pounced as if hed caught me red-handed.
Willow Sterling! Were from the same firm. Were you spying on me while I was designing?!
This is a competition! Are we really going to have plagiarism in the first year?
Ezras prepared accusations hit like a barrage. My mother, furious, opened my garment bag to argue with him.
This is what my daughter worked on for a month at home! Who copied who?
My gown was finished just this morning. The tailors basting stitches hadn't been pulled out, and some threads weren't trimmed.
That made my alleged copying even more convincing.
The crowds murmurs grew louder, and people started demanding I be disqualified.
Even Savannah, standing next to Ezra, looked at me like I was a thief.
If I hadnt lived a whole life before and seen every scenario, I would have fled right then.
I was unperturbed, my expression calm. I registered, I filled out the forms.
Seeing my attitude, Ezra adopted a posture of phony magnanimity.
Look, lets go easy on her. Im sure Willow was just blinded by ambition. Were colleagues, so lets have some mercy.
Designs can be similar. Im sure she didnt do it on purpose this time.
He was playing both the good guy and the victim. Peoples goodwill toward him increased.
For the sake of fairness, Willow, your entry isnt quite finished, and its a collision with mine. You really shouldn't compete. Youll only embarrass yourself.
I smiled.
Ezra, I never said this was my entry.
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