Worthless to Priceless The Alphas Rejected Mate

The streets of Aspen City were bustling with life as I sat in a caf茅 named "Next Intersection" for two hours, nestled in a corner with a view of the barista at work. A young girl in a sky-blue apron busied herself with brewing an array of beverages.

She stood at about five feet, four inches, with a weight that wouldnt exceed 90 pounds. Pale and slender, she had a contagious smile, her thick, black hair tied up in a high ponytail, and crescent moon eyes that sparkled with mirth.

"Maam, would you like a refill?" she asked with a radiant smile as she approached me.

I had been so lost in observing her that I momentarily forgot myself. Thankfully, being a woman, I was spared from being labeled a pervert.

"Sure, another black coffee," I replied with a polite smile, my voice neutral.

Promptly, she brought me another cup of bitter black coffee. Instead of leaving immediately, she hesitated and offered some friendly advice. "Maam, youve had two cups already. While its invigorating, too much can be harmful. How about you come back for more another time?"

Her kindness and extroversion were evident in her clear, bell-like voice, pleasant to the ear.

I glanced at the coffee on the table and then picked up my bag. "Alright, lets settle the bill."

Delighted that I took her advice, she rushed to process the payment and informed me, "Maam, your total today is 87 dollars. Would you like to pay in cash or with your phone?"

After silently settling the bill, I quickly left the caf茅.

"Madam," Xiao Li greeted me respectfully as I exited, holding the car door open for me.

"Lets go home," I instructed with a faint smile.

The car pulled away smoothly, and I leaned back, resting my eyes. Yet, the young girl from the caf茅 kept appearing in my mind, her youthful and radiant face.

Was she the one? The girl who, in a years time, would make Ethan Shen go to great lengths to divorce me, even breaking ties with his family?

I never expected that the first thing Id do after being reborn was to locate her workplace and observe her like a voyeur.

I was too curious about the girl who had stolen the man I loved for ten years.

In my previous life, we never met, and I only found out her name and a few photos. Ethan protected her like a rare treasure, and I was utterly defeated, never even facing my rival.

Young, beautiful, pure, kind, cheerful... all these wonderful adjectives suited that girl.

Her only disadvantage was her lack of family background, a stark contrast to Ethans status.

Xiao Li suddenly spoke up, "Madam, today is your and Mr. Shens wedding anniversary."

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a moment of confusion.

Counting up, this year marks the fifth year of my marriage to Ethan. Every year, I would spend the entire day preparing a candlelight dinner and a wedding gift.

This year, I am 27, and he is 29.

"I know," I rubbed my temples, which ached a bit, "No need to remind me."

Perhaps Xiao Li noticed my difference from previous years, hence the reminder.

But why was I always the one to give? Why did I have to love that man? In my last moments, I pondered this question. For Ethan, I ended up with a tragic ending, losing everything.

Lost in thought, the car pulled up to the doorstep of Ethan and my home, a wedding gift from our parents, a luxurious estate villa spanning over a thousand square feet.

To my surprise, Ethans car was parked outside today; he was home.

My feelings were mixed. What expression should one have upon seeing the one responsible for their past lifes misery after being reborn?

I thought I would hate Ethan for driving his wife of five years to a dead end and turning against his in-laws, who had once treated him so well, leading to the downfall of my family.

But upon seeing him again, I found that the hatred wasnt as intense as I expected. Instead, there was a sense of relief.

In the past life, Ethan offered me a chance for an amicable divorce, with compensation in the form of a share of Shen Corporation, enough for a lifetime of luxury. But I refused. I spent ten years without receiving a shred of his love, while another woman managed to captivate him in just one year, making him an enemy to all.

So I tried every means to win him back, step by step leading to a breakdown, confrontation, and a fight to the death.

Now, these events have yet to happen. Rather than harbor hatred, I want to change that self-inflicted tragic ending.

"What are you standing there for?" Ethan sat in the living room, casually propping his long legs, the cigarette in his fingers burnt out. He deftly stubbed it into the ashtray, then glanced at me with his usual indifferent gaze.

On our wedding day, Ethan made it clear that our relationship was merely a cooperative one, long-term roommates, with no feelings towards me.

"Nothing, just didnt expect you to be home," I bent down to change into slippers, Hermes elephant grey slippers, simple in design, steady in color, comfortable to wear but seemingly without any other appealing aspects.

I recalled the girl at the caf茅 in the blue apron, wearing a red flower smile pin on her apron, unique among others.

In contrast, all my clothes were expensive yet monotonous, unchanging in their simplicity and dullness.

Suddenly, I despised these slippers, throwing them aside and walking barefoot into the living room.

Ethan noticed my bare feet and frowned slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Not wearing shoes?"

"No, I just didnt feel like it," I sat down opposite him, responding indifferently.

"Quite unusual, whats the occasion?" Ethan actually laughed, asking me in a rare light-hearted tone.

Stimulated by your future destined lover, I thought to myself.

I looked down at my white feet, thin and a bit dry due to my emaciated state.

Ivy was different; she was lean but had firm and elastic skin, unlike me, who was just skin and bones.

Five years of a lonely marriage had taken a toll on my health, and with little interest in food, I grew thinner and more like a skeleton.

"Ethan," I said.

"Hmm?" Ethan was looking at his phone, not lifting his head.

Dressed in a black shirt and trousers of excellent quality, his tall and slender figure and perfect body ratio gave him a distinct handsomeness. His smooth face and delicate, deep features made him the dream of millions of girls.

I pulled my gaze from my feet and stared at the man across from me, my voice a bit hoarse, "Lets get a divorce."

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard Ethans derisive laughter.

He threw his phone onto the sofa and looked at me with a familiar, cold gaze, asking, "Star Song, what trick are you playing at?"