Reborn: No Longer a Henpecked Husband, She's Anxious1

I had doted on my wife, Clarice Barrett, for forty long years. But on the day I got into a car accident, she stepped out of the very vehicle that hit me.

It turned out that the driver who crashed into me was my rival in love.

I lay there in the back seat of a taxi, clutching the flowers and gifts I had bought for her.

Yet, she was on her way to the hospital with her first love, not even sparing me a glance.

It was then that I finally woke up from my romantic dream. I regretted everything.

Before I died, my son asked if I had any last words for Clarice.

I let out a bitter, mocking laugh and said, "If I had the chance to live again, I'd never choose her."

With that, I passed away, filled with resentment and pain.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I confessed my love to Clarice.

I immediately canceled the gifts I had booked and instead bought a ticket out of town to chase my dream of becoming a professional eSports player.

I never expected that on the day of my debut, Clarice would appear outside the club, tears streaming down her face.

"Acton, our son said you don't want me anymore. Is it true?"

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"Pentakill! Ace!"

The sound of a complete team wipe in the game broadcast snapped me out of my thoughts.

Seeing the barrage of comments flooding the livestream chat, I realized that I had truly been reborn.

[Wow, a one-against-five pentakill! It's such a pity the streamer doesn't go pro with skills like this!]

[The streamer's skill is incredible! Reminds me of an old friend!]

I smiled at the comments. But the next moment, my eyes were drawn to the chat history on my phone.

It was my chat history with Clarice.

I had sent her over a dozen messages, and she hadn't replied to a single one.

Worried I might miss her response, I'd set my phone to stay on all the time.

I invited her to dinner tomorrow, carefully choosing a few of her favorite restaurants.

But it was as if she hadn't even seen the messages; she never bothered to reply.

I chuckled to myself, realizing just how foolish I was.

Just as I was about to retract those messages, my phone rang.

"Mr. Moreno, the flowers you ordered are delayed due to logistics issues. Would you like to replace them with something else?"

Only then did I suddenly realize I'd gone back to the time before I confessed to Clarice!