Died for His White Moonlight

1
The day my husband’s first love died during a rock-climbing trip, he left a suicide note and jumped off a thousand-foot cliff. It was then I knew he’d never loved me.
Then I woke up—reborn in my college years.
This time, my now-ex Kevin broke up with me immediately and ran to his first love Daisy. Watching him leave, I finally let go, erasing him from my heart.
Eight years later, I saw him again at a gala for Sterling City’s most powerful magnate. Kevin was a finance titan, Daisy still sparkling on his arm. Spotting me alone in a corner, he frowned in annoyance.
“Elara, you’ve got nerve tracking me here,” he said contemptuously. “Stop chasing me. Even in eighty years, I’d never choose you.”
I glanced at him, then walked toward my daughter hiding under a table, secretly drinking juice.
His face twisted with rage. “You married some random guy and had a kid just to make me jealous? Have you no shame?”
…
Seeing that familiar figure across the crowded ballroom sent a jolt through me, a flicker of disbelief in my eyes. I never imagined that the next time I’d cross paths with Kevin Sterling would be at a gala thrown for Ethan Thorne’s return to the country.
In the center of the room, Kevin’s arm was draped possessively around Daisy’s shoulders. He moved through the crowd with an easy smile, schmoozing with practiced charm. The quiet, brooding artist I once knew was gone, replaced by a polished executive.
“Mr. Sterling, congratulations! You’re the youngest CEO in Sterling City’s financial sector. The sky’s the limit for you!”
“Indeed! An invitation from the Thorne family at your age? You’re destined for greatness.”
“And is this your lovely wife? You two make a perfect couple.”
Kevin accepted the flattery with a gracious nod. “Daisy is my fiancée,” he announced, his smile widening. “We’re getting married in July. I expect to see all of you there.”
A chorus of “Absolutely!” and “We’ll be there!” followed.
Then, a former classmate of Kevin’s chimed in. “Kevin, you and Daisy were the campus golden couple. Why the eight-year marathon to the altar?”
At that, I set down my glass, my gaze drawn back to him.
Truthfully, I wanted to know the answer to that myself.
After all, Kevin had loved Daisy to the point of madness. In my past life, the news of her death had driven him to leap from a cliff, ending his own life without a second thought. And in this life, when we were reborn back in college, he’d dropped me like a hot stone to chase after her.
How could two people so supposedly in love still not be married after all this time? It was bizarre.
Across the room, Kevin’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second, a shadow of awkwardness crossing his face before he smoothed it over.
“Daisy was my first love, the only woman I’ve ever truly wanted. I refused to let her settle for anything less than perfect,” he said, his voice dripping with carefully crafted sincerity. “That’s why I’ve worked myself to the bone all these years—to give her the wedding of her dreams, the grandest the world has ever seen.”
He looked down at Daisy, his eyes shining with a devotion so intense it felt theatrical.
Daisy beamed, leaning into him. “I can’t wait, Kevin.”
Watching them, a wave of bitter irony washed over me. So this is what Kevin looked like when he was truly in love—considerate, devoted, willing to build a world for someone. It was a universe away from the man he’d been with me.
In our last life, no matter how much I gave, he refused to marry me. It was only when I became pregnant by accident and his grandfather intervened that he grudgingly agreed.
I’d had enough of this charade. The party felt suffocating. I stood, ready to leave, when a flash of movement under a nearby table caught my eye. A little girl with two pigtails was hiding there, downing glass after glass of fruit punch.
I shook my head with a sigh and started walking toward her.
In my haste, my elbow clipped a wine glass on the edge of a table.
CRASH!
The crystal shattered, scattering like diamonds across the marble floor.
“Hey! Who are you?” a waiter snarled, stepping in front of me, blocking my path. “Who let you in here? Do you have any idea how much that glass you just broke costs?” His expression was pure contempt.
The entire room went silent. Every head turned in our direction.
Kevin’s eyes found me, and he froze, shock widening his gaze. “Elara?” he breathed out, then his expression hardened. “You’d even crash a party hosted by the Thornes just to get to me?”
The crowd murmured, their curiosity piqued. “Mr. Sterling, you mean she’s not an invited guest?”
Kevin’s jaw tightened, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “My apologies, everyone, for the interruption. She’s… an ex.”

2
At the word “ex,” knowing smirks spread across the faces in the crowd.
“Quite the collection of beauties, Kevin! An ex and a fiancée, both stunning!”
“Wait a minute… didn’t he say Miss Daisy was his first love?”
“So where does this ‘ex’ fit in?”
The questions hung in the air, and Kevin’s face turned rigid. Daisy, nestled in his arms, shot me a look brimming with a venomous mix of disgust and resentment.
“It’s a misunderstanding,” Kevin said quickly, his tone dismissive. “She’s not really an ‘ex.’ More of a… rebound I had during a brief argument with Daisy.”
Having delivered his explanation, he turned to the waiter. “Put the glass on my tab,” he commanded. “And get her out of here.”
Throughout the entire exchange, he never once looked directly at me, treating me like some piece of filth he was ashamed to acknowledge.
A part of me was just… tired. But another part was relieved. This was good. In this life, I wanted nothing to do with him.
“Alright, you heard him. Let’s go,” the waiter said, shoving me impatiently. “Look at the state of you. As if you ever had a chance with a man like Mr. Sterling.” He sneered, his eyes flicking over my slightly dusty sweatsuit.
My patience wore thin. “Just a moment,” I said, my voice firm. “I need to find someone. Once I do, I’ll leave.”
The waiter scoffed. “Find someone? Do you take me for an idiot? I’ve seen your type a million times. Don’t think you can hang around here scouting for your next meal ticket.”
He grabbed my arm, his grip tight, and started dragging me toward the exit.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the air. “Wait.”
It was Daisy. She glided toward us, her arm looped possessively through Kevin’s, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips.
“Elara, Kevin has never loved you. You need to stop harassing him,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “We’re getting married. What you’re doing… it’s no different from being a homewrecker.”
“She’s right,” Kevin added, his brow furrowed in annoyance. “I never loved you. Stop clinging to fantasies. It’s been eight years. You could wait another eighty, and I would still never be with you.” He paused, then offered, as if granting a great favor, “Look, I’ll transfer you a million dollars. Just promise you’ll disappear from my life for good.”
He had Daisy pull his phone from her purse. He opened his banking app, then froze.
“Elara? You… you blocked me?” His voice cracked with disbelief, rising in pitch.
“What else was I supposed to do?” I replied, a hint of exasperation in my tone. We made a clean break. Why would I keep his number? Besides, the man in my life now is the king of jealousy. If he ever found out I still had an ex’s contact information, he’d throw a fit to end all fits.
My casual question seemed to enrage him. His face darkened.
Daisy immediately jumped to his defense. “How dare you, Elara! Playing these pathetic games again!” she spat. “Did you really think a cheap trick like blocking him would make him feel sorry for you? Dream on!” She pressed herself against Kevin’s arm, purring, “Kevin, darling, don’t waste another second on her. It’s obvious she found out you’re a CEO and came crawling back. Women like her are nothing but gold-diggers.”
“I know,” Kevin muttered, nodding as he shot me a look of pure disgust.
Daisy’s eyes raked over me, from my worn sneakers to my simple ponytail. “You graduated from a top university, for God’s sake. Couldn’t you use all that energy you spend chasing men to build a career? Look at you. You’re pathetic. You look worse than a beggar on the street.”
Her words were so ludicrous, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Daisy, of all people, had clearly forgotten the mud she’d crawled out of.

3
Daisy’s family were dirt-poor farmers from generations back, living in some forgotten corner of the mountains. Worse, she was utterly devoted to her parasitic younger brother, treating him like a king. After she got with Kevin, she sold every single gift he ever gave her to fund her brother's life.
The first time I met Kevin, he was in the hospital. He’d been working a side job to give Daisy’s brother some cash and had ended up with a broken leg. Under pressure from his family, who despised Daisy, he’d finally broken up with her.
That was the darkest period of his life.
And I was the one who sat by his side, slowly helping him find the light again.
Kevin loved to paint, so I hunted down tickets to every exclusive art exhibition I could find, no matter the cost. I was his driver, his nurse, his companion, flying with him all over the world to see the great masters. I bought him the finest canvases and pigments money could buy. I took care of everything—his meals, his laundry, his life. All he had to do was be happy.
Even his own friends said I was the girlfriend of the century. Everyone assumed I was madly in love with him, but the truth was, Kevin was the one who asked me to be his girlfriend.
I never saw his confession coming. He was always logging into a secret social media account to stalk Daisy’s life. I thought he was still hung up on her.
But then he looked at me, his eyes full of a deep, earnest emotion. “Elara,” he said, his voice soft. “You’re my salvation. Without you, I don’t think I’d still be in this world. I’ve fallen in love with you. I want to spend every day with you.”
My heart soared. I said yes.
We were together for eight years. Even Kevin’s parents were shocked that their restless, impulsive son had settled into such a stable relationship with me.
But no one knew the truth.
Over those eight years, I asked him to build a home with me, to start a family, more times than I could count. Each time, he found an excuse to say no. It wasn’t until I accidentally got pregnant and his parents found out that he was forced, under immense pressure from his family, to marry me. He didn’t even want our child.
During our marriage, we were on an outdoor adventure trip when he heard the news of Daisy's death.
He locked himself in a room for three days and three nights. On the fourth day, when I finally broke down the door, all I found was a note.
Daisy was the only love of my life. Without her, my existence is meaningless.
In the next life, I hope I can give her the grandest wedding of all.
It was then I realized that the night before, Kevin had followed his first love into death, leaping from a cliff.
My heart turned to ash.
So, in this new life, when he wanted to leave me for Daisy, I didn't try to stop him. I felt nothing but relief—an overwhelming sense of gratitude for a second chance, a new future free of him.
I turned to leave the party, but Daisy stepped in my way again, her chin held high. “Elara, look at that sweatsuit. That style went out a decade ago! You look absolutely pathetic. How about I ask Kevin to pull some strings and get you a job as a server here?”
“Miss Daisy is too kind,” a man trying to suck up to Kevin chimed in. He glanced at me, his lip curled in a sneer. “This is the most luxurious ballroom in Sterling City. A server’s tips here can reach thirty thousand a month! A woman like you has probably never seen that much money in her life. You should get on your knees and thank her!”
A wave of irritation washed over me. “I have a job, thank you. I don’t need your charity.”
But Daisy wasn’t finished. “Oh, really? I bet you’re lying. What kind of job?”
“I’m an artist. I paint.”
At my words, Kevin, who had been silent, suddenly snapped his head up. His eyes locked on mine, a storm of complicated emotions swirling within them.
“Painting?” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. After a moment, he looked at me, his expression softening into something like pity. “I only said I liked to paint on a whim back then. I can’t believe you took it so seriously. Fine. For old times’ sake, I can offer you a decent job.”
I blinked, realizing his mistake. He thought I’d chosen to become an artist because of him.
The truth was far simpler. When I was reborn, I discovered I’d already spent all my savings on exhibition tickets and art supplies for him. Not wanting them to go to waste, I started painting myself. And somewhere along the way, I fell in love with it.
Now, years later, my work has gained some renown across the country. I even get invitations to hold exhibitions overseas. My income is significantly higher than Kevin’s, the so-called young CEO.
But I wasn’t going to tell him that. Kevin had never been one to believe me anyway.
Besides… I glanced down at my clothes. My sweatsuit was a bit grubby. But I’d been driven to the gala straight from the airport after a week of sketching in the mountains. I hadn’t had time to change.
What did it matter?
I met Kevin’s gaze, my voice cool and distant. “I love my work. I plan to keep painting. But thank you for your concern.”
His face darkened instantly. “Elara, do you have to be so stubborn?”
“Kevin, let it go. She’s not worth getting angry over,” Daisy cooed, trying to pull him away.
Just then, the waiter from before stormed over, his face contorted in fury. He pointed an accusing finger at me. “You’re a thief!”
“What?”
“That sweatsuit! You stole it from one of the other guests, didn’t you?”
“That’s ridiculous. I bought this myself,” I said, frowning.
“Liar! I recognize the brand. It’s a bespoke label! Someone like you couldn’t even afford one of the buttons!”
Hearing this, Kevin’s expression soured into disgust. “Elara, what has happened to you?”
“So that’s your ‘job,’ huh? A petty thief!” Daisy sneered. “You have two hands and two feet. How could you resort to stealing?”
I felt the weight of dozens of judgmental stares. The whispers started around me, and my face grew cold. These people would say anything to get on Kevin’s good side.
My patience was gone. “I said, this is my clothing!” My voice was sharp, cutting through the murmurs. “If you don’t believe me, call the police. Otherwise, I’ll sue you for slander.”
The waiter’s bravado faltered, a flicker of fear in his eyes. “Why are you getting so defensive? If it weren’t for the fact that I don’t want a lowlife like you ruining Mr. Thorne’s gala, I’d have you arrested right now!”
“Speaking of which,” someone in the crowd piped up, “isn’t it strange that Ethan Thorne hasn’t made an appearance yet?”
“A man of his stature always makes a grand entrance at the pivotal moment,” Kevin said confidently.
“I heard he brought his wife and child back with him this time!”
“Really? Which family’s daughter was lucky enough to capture his heart?”
“A titan like Ethan Thorne… he lives in a different world from us.”
As the crowd buzzed with speculation, a thrilled smile spread across Daisy’s face. “Kevin, darling, do you think you could invite Mr. Thorne to our wedding? Imagine how prestigious that would be!”
“I’ll do my best,” Kevin said, his chest puffed with confidence.
Just as he spoke, the venue manager, flanked by a dozen security guards in black suits, hurried toward the crowd, his expression grim.

4
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the manager announced, his voice tight with anxiety, “have any of you seen a little girl, about this tall?” He held his hand out, measuring the height in the air.
A collective gasp went through the room. People exchanged nervous glances. It had to be Ethan Thorne’s child. Who else could command such a frantic, high-level search at his own party?
“I heard Mr. Thorne’s child is a little girl!”
“Yes, yes, around four or five years old!” someone added.
A jolt of excitement shot through the crowd. They had been racking their brains for a way to connect with the legendary Ethan Thorne, and now, fate had dropped the perfect opportunity right in their laps.
Instantly, the ballroom erupted in motion as guests fanned out, eagerly searching for the missing child based on the manager’s description. Kevin and Daisy were at the forefront, pushing past others in their haste.
I watched the chaotic scene unfold and shook my head with a wry smile.
This little troublemaker really knows how to make an entrance.
I walked straight to the juice station. There she was, my daughter, downing another glass as if her life depended on it. I crossed my arms, my brow furrowed.
“Still thirsty?”
She spun around. When she saw it was me, a sheepish grin spread across her face, guilt flashing in her eyes.
“Come on. We’re going home,” I said sternly.
“No!” She shook her head so hard her pigtails flew, clutching her juice glass like a precious treasure.
I took a step forward, reaching for the cup.
But in a flash, Daisy threw herself between us.
“Elara! How dare you!” she shrieked, her voice loud enough to command the entire room’s attention. “Do you have any idea who she is? She’s the Thorne family’s little princess! You’re actually going to lay a hand on her? Are you out of your mind?!”
Everyone froze. All eyes snapped back to us.
Kevin rushed forward, his face a mask of disgust. “Elara, I haven’t seen you in years, but I never thought you’d stoop this low. I know you’re desperate for money, but this is beyond pathetic!”
Before I could even open my mouth to explain, the waiter who had accused me of theft cut in.
“You worthless parasite! How dare you cause trouble at a Thorne family event!” He glared at me, then turned to the frantic manager. “Sir, it’s her! Not only did she steal clothes from a guest, but now she’s trying to harm the young miss!”
The manager’s face went pale with fury.
“Men! Detain this woman immediately!” he roared. “I’ll personally escort her to the police station! And be careful! Don’t frighten the young lady!”
Two hulking guards immediately moved toward me, their expressions menacing.
Daisy, seizing her moment, crouched down and gave my daughter her most winning smile. “It’s okay, sweetie. Don’t be scared,” she cooed. “Aunty has taken care of the bad woman who was trying to hurt you.”
My daughter blinked at her, then walked straight past her, over to me. She wrapped her arms tightly around my leg and looked up with a trembling lip.
“Mommy,” she whimpered, “this lady is scary.”

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