Her Aunt Became My Bride After Rebirth

When my mother asked who I wanted to marry for our family’s alliance, I didn’t hesitate—but this time, I didn’t choose Kendra Jewett.

Instead, I chose Rosie Jewett, her dear aunt.

My mother was utterly baffled. Everyone in Cavendale knew Kendra and I had grown up together. I had spent a decade chasing her, convinced she was the only one I could ever love. I had once declared, with unwavering certainty, that I would marry no one but her in this lifetime.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips as the memories flooded back—memories of promises and love that seemed so unbreakable.