Now, I was back.
But this time, my younger brother beat me to the cornfield.
When I arrived with the search party, he was rolling around in the dirt with the woman who had been my wife in my previous life.
Seeing us approach, he smirked, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
"Little brother, she's quite a catch. In this life, it's my turn to enjoy her. You can go rot at that crappy university."
I stepped forward, intending to pull him off her, but the woman lunged and sank her teeth into my arm.
To my shock, she shielded my brother, glaring at me with venomous eyes.
"I won't let you touch him!"
I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat.
That very night, I boarded the train to the capital.
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I left my brother standing in the cornfield, his clothes disheveled, grinning like a man who had finally snatched the trophy he had always coveted.
"Mom! Dad! I want to marry her! I'm going to take responsibility for the fool—I mean, Jasmine McLaughlin!"
The smugness on his face landed like a fist to my chest.