
Destiny Heist: Reborn Brother vs Reborn Me
Chapter 3
Before I could figure out the reason why Mr. Jennings did that, Sean came looking for me.
During the years I was abroad, Sean became addicted to gambling. He dreamed of making it big, but ended up losing everything instead.
After I married Macy, he hit rock bottom and came to me to borrow money.
But because I refused to comply with their arrangements and had contracted the disease, the Jennings kept me under strict watch. I didn't even have a job—where would I get money to lend him?
In a fit of anger, Sean dragged me to the rooftop. He was jealous that I had gained Mr. Jennings' favor and that it had changed the course of my life. He was envious of me making a fortune and marrying a beautiful, wealthy woman.
He thought I had stolen his sponsorship opportunity and, as if he had been possessed, became fixated on killing me.
Unexpectedly, the moment he pushed me, he slipped and fell down with me.
Sean couldn't control his laughter as he ran away, shouting like a madman, "It's mine! It's all mine!"
He didn't know that the wealthy family he longed for was the nightmare I desperately wanted to escape from.
I should thank him.
Following Sean's departure, I eagerly ran to the library. I needed to find her.
Now that I had started over, everything was still possible. I could finally prevent her death and spend the rest of my life by her side.
I saw the girl in the white dress studying alone by the window. Her dress was old, but she had washed it clean. Sunlight spilled over her, and even her hair glowed with a golden light, making her look like an angel.
I had promised her that I would marry her when I returned. But not long after I went abroad, she lost her life in a car accident.
I didn't even get to see her one last time.
I didn't even get the chance to take care of her ailing mother for her.
We were both born to live a life of misfortune. Fortunately, I now had the chance to rewrite our ending and make up for our regrets.
I approached her and softly called out her name, something I had silently repeated in my heart countless times.
"Willow."