Reborn And Marry My Ex-husband's Enemy

"Emma, do you know how much I truly despise you? Lily is much better than you," Mark said as he plunged a sharp knife in her heart.

"I truly waited for this day and for you to die," he finished speaking, laughed loudly, and stood up, leaving Emma to embrace the knife that was slowly dripping blood out of her heart.

"I never loved you; it was all just a drama for everyone. You loved me, right? Then die to prove it."

The atmosphere in the house was both cold and rigid, and the room was now filled with the scent of fresh blood. Emma's body was covered in wounds, and she helplessly looked at him with eyes full of disgust, regretting that she couldn't rise and stab him. Emma hated him to the core. She never expected that this marriage was initially his plan, and her love for him had vanished completely. If someone were to ask her the biggest regret of her life, Emma would not hesitate to answer: loving him and marrying a scoundrel like him.

"Emma, why do you look so gloomy since you came back from Mount Denali?"

Nancy, Emma's childhood friend, reached out and waved her hand in front of Emma's face, bringing her back to the present.

Yes, Emma was alive. After the incident, she came back to life in past, five years prior to the day of her death. Emma heaved a deep sigh before replying to Nancy.

"Nothing," she said looking at the vast blue sky.

"Mount Denali is said to be very spiritual. Could it be that something is haunting you?" Nancy asked curiously. She was concerned for her best friend.

Emma returned to the events of five years ago when she and her best friend, Nancy, visited a temple on Mount Denali to seek peace and success for Mark William.

"What could be haunting me? There are things much more frightening around me." Emma replied drily.

Nancy was also surprised by Emma's words. Emma, a gentle and talented person, seemed a bit strange today, causing Nancy to think involuntarily.

Mount Denali was a sacred mountain, and entering its depths rapidly reduced the surrounding air temperature, creating an eerie atmosphere that sent shivers down everyone's spine. When Emma suddenly touched a multicolored stone she had accidentally noticed, she immediately fainted, frightening everyone and bringing them to a loss of spirit. Emma, however, returned back to life at that time of her past life.

"What are you saying? It sounds creepy. I saw you faint in the temple on Mount Denali, and you seemed a bit strange." Nancy told.

"Suddenly, I could see through people's hearts," Emma gave a faint smile.

Nancy still didn't understand the meaning behind Emma's words and looked at her for a moment before continuing.

"Seeing through is good. I'm afraid you've been lured away."

Nancy's words were half-joking and half-serious. She then looked outside as they were driving Emma's limited edition BMW i8 and was gradually leaving Mount Denali, the atmosphere began to return to normal, no longer as cold as before.

"Nancy," Emma paused and was hesitated to reveal the truth to her best friend.

"Hmm."

Nancy was still staring outside when she heard a voice beside her, causing her to involuntarily turn her head to look at Emma suspiciously.

"What's going on?" Nancy asked.

"Promise me something."

"What is it?"

"No matter what happens, stay away from Mark, the farther, the better."

Upon hearing this, Nancy couldn't help but burst into laughter and then said, "I won't touch your future husband, so rest assured!"

Immediately, Emma's face turned dark, and she didn't expect her best friend to think she was jealous about this matter. Currently, Emma only harbored hatred towards Mark; there was no remaining affection. It was just that in her previous life, Nancy had suddenly died in her own home. The police had ruled it as a suicide, but with someone as strong-willed and life-loving as Nancy, it was entirely implausible. Now that Emma had received a second chance to fix everything, she wouldn't let it happen again.

Emma was sure that Nancy's death in her previous life was somehow related to Mark. Living with Mark for five years, he seemed entirely innocent until it was too late to realize.

Originally intended as a joke, but seeing Emma's serious and stern expression, Nancy quickly composed.

"Alright, I hear you. Stay away from him as far as possible, okay?"

At this point, the furrowed brows on Emma's face relaxed as she reached out to hug Nancy, surprising her friend. Emma, who was usually gentle and reserved, was unusually enthusiastic today. In Nancy's thoughts, perhaps it was because she was about to get married and didn't want to be separated from her.

"Take care of yourself."

Everything that happened in the previous life was like a horrifying nightmare for Emma now, something she dared not to think about. This time, Emma had to protect everyone around her and prevent anyone from harming them, especially the wretched Mark William.

The phone rang at this moment. Emma turned to look at the screen but hesitated to answer. Nancy, on the other hand, winced at the persistent ringing, urging Emma to pick up.

"Why don't you answer the phone? It seems urgent if they keep calling like that."

Emma sighed, her face devoid of emotion, as she picked up the phone. On the other end, a man's voice came through, "Did you have fun going out today?"

"It was okay. I went to pray for your safety and success."

He was preparing for an upcoming election for outstanding young entrepreneurs in the city, and the company was bidding for a new project. Despite everything, Emma went to the sacred temple on Mount Denali to pray for him, even though this mountain was far from the city.

"Well, isn't that convenient? How about praying for a son early in the morning?"

Emma had already prayed, but now she just wanted to hang up immediately. With a deep breath and an emotionless face, she held the phone to her ear, and the voice on the other end continued, "Emma, what's wrong? Are you tired?"

Mark didn't see her response, so he continued to ask more questions, pretending to be concerned, gently probing Emma with a few more inquiries.

"Got a bit tired from going to the mountain early in the morning with Nancy."

"I'm busy today, couldn't personally take you. I'll make sure to do so next time," Mark spoke softly, his voice sounding somewhat pitiful and hard to blame. It was precisely because of this that in her previous life, Emma had immediately believed without hesitation, unaware that he was occupied in the arms of another woman.

"Yeah."

Emma replied coldly, and seeing her like this, Mark didn't continue the conversation.

"Take some rest. Be safe, and call me when you get back to the villa."

Emma didn't respond and simply turned off the phone. Nancy, seeing Emma's unusually cold demeanor, wanted to say something but held it in. It seemed that Mount Denali indeed carried a heavy atmosphere. Hopefully, Emma would return to her normal state after waking up.

The BMW i8 suddenly stopped on its way back to the city.

"What's going on?"

"Miss, the car in front stopped abruptly, so our car bumped into it. I'll go down to handle it."

"Is it serious?"

"No, it's okay. I'll go down to resolve it."

Emma nodded lightly when she saw the car in front, realizing that it belonged to someone wealthy.

"Returning to the city, and already such bad luck. Will you go down to check?"

"Sure."

Nancy saw the driver getting out and turned to ask Emma. Seeing Emma looking ahead and saying nothing, Nancy took it as a yes.

"It's Emma's car, the young miss."

The man in front looked towards Emma with an amused smile. Emma said nothing, just stared intently at the man, recognizing him as David Jones, the playboy heir of the Jones conglomerate, who changed women like clothes.

"Emma, does the young miss like me?"

David Jones continued to smile, knowing that Emma was a talented and exceptionally beautiful woman, so he enjoyed teasing her.

"That's right."

This remark, however, was not directed at David but at her best friend, Nancy, standing beside her. She quickly pulled Nancy's hand close and whispered.

"Do you know who he is? Why did you say that?"

"I know."

Emma replied coldly, then turned back to face David Jones and took out a business card from her purse.

"My car bumped into yours, so take it for repairs and contact me afterward. I'll compensate."

David's smile grew even wider. He had heard a lot about Emma from others, but he never expected her to be this different, not at all like what people said.

"Does Miss Emma intend to compensate with herself?"

"Not a bad idea."

Emma faced him but didn't directly respond, and both of them stared at each other. The girl in the car then stepped out and clung to his arm affectionately, ending their silent standoff.

"Why did you leave me here for so long?" The girl, dressed in a tight black dress that revealed more than it covered, looked at Emma as if she wanted to devour her.

"Alright, let's go. Miss Emma, I am looking forward to meeting you again," he said, quickly getting back into the car.

"You fell and hit your head on the rock, didn't you?"

"No."

"Then why were you talking to that playboy, David?"

Emma thought for a moment and then looked at her friend, smiling.

"You'll know later."

"There's something wrong with your head."

Nancy kept talking in the car, everyone in the city knew that the Jones family heir was a womanizer, and it was inconceivable for him to be matched with someone like Emma. Especially considering Emma's usual disdain for people like David, today's attitude was different.

"Did you have a fight with Mark? Why are you interested in David?"

"David is better than Mark."

Emma naturally remembered the events from her previous life. David was the best choice to help her seek revenge. If she had to choose someone to marry, it would be David. A loveless marriage would be fine as long as he maintained appearances for her, which was better than marrying someone as despicable as Mark.

"Are you really okay?"

"I'm fine. Whatever I do in the future has its reasons."

She then turned to face Nancy seriously, not wanting her to know too much, as it would be even more dangerous.

"Do you still support me?"

Nancy, with an innocent face, didn't understand what was happening but quickly nodded. Earlier, she had also noticed David's car. If Emma had followed her usual pattern, she would have handed the card straightforwardly, and there would be no need for such intimate interaction between the two. They even exchanged contact information and talked as if they were already close.

"Great, just understand it that way."

Emma, satisfied, leaned back and closed her eyes, ignoring Nancy, who was still dreamily looking at her.

After bringing Nancy home, Emma found herself standing in front of the Green mansion, a place both familiar and estranged, five years ago.

Unable to restrain her emotions, Emma's feelings surged as she entered the grand hall, seeing her parents' portraits, their eyes filled with tears.

If it weren't for her misguided marriage to Mark in the past, her parents wouldn't have met such a tragic end. The accident that year was Mark's conspiracy, resulting in the deaths of both her father and mother. Emma, fortunately, survived, embraced by them but left with the agony she didn't want to remember or relive.

"Emma, weren't you supposed to be at Mount Denali, praying for Mark's happiness? Why are you back so soon?" Her mother, Mabel, asked gently.

Emma struggled to hold back tears in her eyes. She approached her mother, smiling faintly, realizing that everything had changed. Emma would make Mark pay for his deeds, and the William family would soon be ruined by her hands, ensuring that no one would touch her Wilson family again.

"Why are your eyes so red?"

"Just dust in my eyes, Mom." Emma replied, her mother tenderly stroking her hair with concern.

"When the William family called earlier, they wanted to schedule a meeting to discuss the wedding details..."

Before her mother could finish, Emma took a deep breath and finally spoke firmly.

"Mom, I want to cancel the engagement with Mark William."

"What?" The shocking statement left both sets of parents astonished, and Emma's father, who was reading a newspaper nearby, also lowered it to look at her.

"Arguing with Mark," Emma persisted, knowing her parents would find it hard to accept. If it weren't for reliving the past, Emma wouldn't have known the extent of the William family's cunning. Both families were close before; Emma's grandfather had promised her hand to Mark, making her grow up with the sole desire to marry him. But now, everything had changed, and looking back, she realized how foolish she had been.

"Mark is not a good person; he is marrying me just to take our family fortune. I have truly seen through him and the William family." Seeing her parents' incredulous and astonished looks, she added, "I can't prove it now, but give me a little more time, and I will make you believe."

Both parents looked at their daughter, suddenly so determined, and the atmosphere grew tense. Mount Denali was sacred, but it couldn't change a person's nature in an instant. Emma had always been obedient and never gave her parents any reason to worry. The engagement between the two families wasn't forced; Emma had willingly accepted it. But now, why was she saying such things out of the blue?

"Father, you know my character; everything I do has a reason. I know this arranged marriage would benefit both sides, but I cannot marry Mark."

"Alright, Father naturally believes in you," he finally replied.

He felt no need to coerce her anymore, but according to what she said, it was true that the Green family would suffer considerable losses after this failed marriage.

"Father, I'm not forcing you; it's just that this marriage won't end well for either of us." Emma was well aware of this. The wedding had been planned for a long time, and the media had already reported it as the wedding of the century for the talented and beautiful couple. Emma's face remained expressionless.

"It won't be so. The only one suffering from the canceled engagement will be the William family."

Emma's father always respected her opinions; if she didn't want it, he wouldn't force her into a marriage, no matter how much loss they might incur. But when Emma asserted this, he felt that she was a bit different from her usual gentle and kind self.

"Rest assured, Father. Two months from now, the only ones feeling shame will be the William family."

As both parents looked at each other and then at their determined daughter, they reluctantly compromised. After all, as long as she was happy, both of them would support her.

"Alright, go ahead as you wish. Tomorrow, we'll go to meet them."

"No need, Dad. I want to go on the day of the wedding to call it off."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes, for now, just act like nothing happened, Mom and Dad."

"Understood."

Though somewhat puzzled, both parents were persuaded by her determined stance to go along with it as if nothing had happened.

Back in her room, lying on the large bed she had slept on before, Emma reminisced about the past. Every detail and scene played in her mind like a slow-motion film.

Emma turned her gaze to the business card in her pocket. Before leaving David Jones, she hadn't forgotten to give him her card.

David! What kind of person is he? Seeking revenge against Mark with him, is it the right choice? But beyond him, no one else can stand up to that cunning Mark.

The man named David intrigued her, and in her previous life, just before Mark killed her, he left her with a cryptic statement: "The secret of the Jones family is related to the Green family. It's a pity you can't find it." This statement was the reason she approached David Jones in this life, wanting to both use him for revenge and uncover that secret.

On the night before her wedding day, David had called her, wanting to say something, but he had remained silent in the end. In their previous lives, they had only met at high-society parties of the aristocracy, but he unexpectedly called her that night, and she still didn't understand the reason.

In her previous life, after marrying Mark, Emma withdrew to become his support, only to find out that Mark, along with his close friend from university, was having an affair and had taken all their family fortune. He then imprisoned, beat, and ultimately killed her before setting the house on fire, claiming it was just an accident.

Today, Emma wore a shoulder-bearing dress that showcased her alluring figure. Her everyday tied-up hair was now gently let loose, adding to her allure. She glanced around; in her previous life, she never visited places like this, always holding a hint of disdain. Her phone chimed with a text message, and she picked it up.

"Where are you?" It was a message from Nancy, who had planned to go shopping together but couldn't find Emma at home.

"I'm at the nightclub."

On the other end, Nancy almost dropped her phone. Emma, who had never come to such places before, was now here on her own.

"Who are you with?"

"Alone."

Nancy, worried for her friend, quickly got in her car and headed to the nightclub. Emma placed her phone down, continued scanning the surroundings, and took a sip of her drink, frowning.

"If you can't handle it, don't drink it."

A deep, low voice echoed in Emma's ear. She turned her head and recognized David. Today, Emma's purpose for coming here was to meet David. She had researched a lot about him online, especially the places he frequented. Although a few days had passed since their encounter at the car collision, David hadn't reached out to her.

"Aren't you drinking, too?" David asked as Emma mentioned it. He raised an eyebrow; the usually gentle and elegant Miss Emma was now seen at a place like this, making him a bit curious.

"Why are you here; looking for me?"

"That's right."

Emma didn't hesitate to answer; their future relationship would be a collaboration, so there was nothing wrong with being clear about it.

"Want to get compensate for finding me? I'm not short of money."

David chuckled. He had noticed her looking for him since she entered, yet he intentionally didn't make a move.

"I know, so do you want to consider compensating me with your body?"

Even David was surprised by her words. What he had said that day was just a joke, with no intention of involving himself with the Green family.

"I heard that Miss Emma is about to get married. Having a fight with your future husband and coming to me?"

In this city, everyone knew that Miss Emma and Mr. Mark were getting married soon. It wasn't appropriate for her to come here and say such things.

"No, I want to cooperate with you."

David saw the determination in her eyes and felt a bit suspicious. He took a sip of his drink and continued, "So, you want to make a deal. What do you propose?"

"Be serious for a moment. Let's make a mutually beneficial deal. What do you think?"

David looked at Emma with interest, finding it hard to figure out what she wanted.

"Miss Emma, are you interested in me?"

"Be serious. Let's make a deal that benefits both sides. What do you think?"

David raised an intrigued eyebrow and, after taking another sip of his drink, said, "So, that's it. I thought Miss Emma was interested in me."

"Do you dare to steal a bride?"

"Is Miss Emma suggesting I crash her wedding?"

David put on a surprised expression, not wanting to get involved in trouble.

"Yes."

David had never been serious about work before, always appearing charming. He forcefully pulled Emma's chair, causing her to lose balance and fall towards him.

"Does Miss Emma want to have an affair? Want to be my woman?"

"We are making a mutually beneficial deal."

Emma pushed David, her face slightly flushed. Until now, aside from Mark, Emma had never been intimate with a man in this way.

"Oh, I regret not having the interest to steal a bride when that person is not my woman."

"You..." Emma was infuriated, her throat tightening. She had forgotten that the man named David had a notorious reputation for using his charm. Emma controlled her anger to avoid punching David.

"As long as you help me, I will help you take everything from the William Corporation."

"Interesting, but I don't need it."

After that, he stood up, flashed a charming smile at Emma, and pulled a black card from his pocket, handing it to her before leaving.

"I look forward to Miss Emma contacting me again."

Emma increasingly couldn't understand what kind of man this was. In her past life, despite being very flirtatious, David, when leading the AIA Corporation, was always very astute. Now, Emma took the initiative to help David, but he stubbornly rejected this good opportunity.

Emma held the black card in her hand, furious as she clenched her fist. Whatever happens, Emma must let David attend the wedding and steal a kiss; only then could things change.

Nancy entered the nightclub, scanning the area to find Emma. Finally, in a dark corner, she saw Emma sitting alone.

"Let's go home."

Nancy approached Emma, saying a few words before hastily pulling her out of the nightclub in a somewhat dazed situation.

"Let's go."

"Aren't we staying a bit longer?" Emma curiously turned to Nancy.

Nancy frequently visited nightclubs, but every time she invited Emma to come along, Emma declined. Today, Emma came alone, surprising Nancy.

"You're acting strange today, and what's with these outfits? Who influenced you?"

"No one."

In the car, Nancy kept looking at Emma, perplexed. Emma's face remained expressionless as if nothing had happened. Emma was annoyed by David's teasing. Her intention was to have him attend her wedding and steal a kiss, while Emma would help him take over the William Corporation.

"Why the tense face? I just saw Mark back there."

"Where?"

Emma quickly reacted, and Nancy burst into laughter.

"He walked out of a restaurant."

"Oh, I see."

A deeper smile formed on Emma's lips as she received a call from Mark. He claimed he was on a business trip, but Emma knew he was just teasing and playing with her emotions. Emma wasn't as naive as before; she no longer believed in Mark. She knew that as long as she didn't marry Mark, there would be no tragedy.

"What's wrong? You reacted so strongly when Mark was mentioned."

"Nothing. Both families will meet this weekend to discuss the wedding."

"Oh, I thought you wanted to marry David. Your words the other day scared me."

Nancy couldn't help teasing. Emma was the one who mentioned wanting to marry David before their encounter with him.

"I didn't say I wanted to marry Mark either."

Nancy didn't quite understand the meaning behind Emma's words but didn't press for more details.