Part 2The Cushion

Just then, Ethan, who should have been climbing higher, suddenly turned back.

In a few moments, he climbed down the pole.

Seeing me standing below, he frowned slightly, giving me a look of disgust, and subconsciously distanced himself from me.

"Foreman, this gear is old. The strap was about to snap. Good thing I noticed it in time!"

Before I could think, the crowd erupted in noise.

Ethan pulled the safety rope with both hands, and it snapped.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, clearly shaken.

"Good thing I found out early, or I really would have fallen!"

As he spoke, he glanced at me with a hint of sarcasm.

"And then someone would have gotten a bargain!"

My heart skipped a beat. I knew exactly who "someone" was.

The irony was suffocating. In my last life, I nearly died saving him.

In Ethan's eyes, that was me "getting a bargain."

It seemed I wasn't the only one who was reborn. I sneered.

"Then you better pray nothing else goes wrong!"

I turned to leave, wanting to get away from this toxic place.

But Ethan called out, ordering me to stay.

Clearly, my retort had startled him. He stared at me with an ugly expression.

"Clara, where are you going? We're not done here. Stand under the pole. In case something goes wrong, you can catch me."

I whipped around, staring at Ethan's self-righteous face, and let out a cold laugh.

Having lived with him for forty years, I knew exactly how his mind worked.

In our past life, after the accident, Ethan developed a fear of heights.

He quickly transferred to a desk job at the power plant and never touched line work again.

Now, he was afraid of another accident.

If he fell again, having me there meant having a meat cushion to save him!

"With so many people here, what are you afraid of?"

"If something happens, plenty of men can help. Or are you expecting a petite girl like me to carry you?"

The crowd laughed, urging him to hurry up and restore the power.

"Ethan, we're watching! You'll be fine. Fix the line, everyone's waiting to get back to work!"

Ethan's face turned a nasty shade of green.

In our forty years together, I had never refused a single request of his.

Now, the first time he opened his mouth after rebirth, I mocked him publicly.

As a respected electrician in town, Ethan had never been ridiculed like this.

He frowned, glaring at me through gritted teeth.

"Fine, Clara. If you leave now, don't ever expect me to give you the time of day again."

I pretended not to hear him and walked away without looking back.

He probably couldn't imagine that right now, I wanted nothing more than to be as far away from him as possible.

Seeing me disappear into the crowd, Ethan could only rage impotently.

Under the pressure of the crowd, he had to carefully climb the pole again.

After leaving, I rushed straight to the town post office.

In my previous life, I had successfully passed the college entrance exam.

But because I saved Ethan, I was in a coma for seven days and spent weeks in the hospital.

By the time I remembered the admission, I rushed to the post office only to be told I had missed the deadline. It was treated as me forfeiting my spot.

And the spot had already been filled by someone else. It couldn't be reversed.

I ended up as a temporary worker at the power plant, constantly mocked by Ethan.

Meanwhile, Sarah returned from college, quickly gained a foothold in the plant, and was inseparable from Ethan.

I knew many people secretly pitied them as a golden couple ruined by a useless weed like me.

I argued, I fought, but in the end, Ethan told me with contempt:

"If it weren't for my connections, do you think you could even be a temp here?"

"You think you can compare to Sarah? You're not worthy."

From that day on, I knew Ethan never let go of Sarah.

No matter how much I poured my heart out for him.

This time, I will fulfill his wish for a lifelong romance with her. Let him have exactly what he wants!