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I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home

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[Rebirth + Revenge on Scum + 1v1 + Satisfying & Sweet + Strong Female Lead] In her previous life, just three months after their wedding, Caleb Forrest brought a woman home, claiming she was the widow and orphan of his deceased best friend and needed a temporary place to stay. Grace Winslow thought he was being kind. Not only did she accept her, but she also went to great lengths to care for them, even giving up her own job for the other woman. It wasn't until the day she died that she learned the woman was actually Caleb Forrest's white moonlight. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Caleb Forrest carefully escorting his white moonlight through the door, saying he needed to take in the widow and her child. Grace Winslow smiled. Whoever wants to be this huge pushover can go right ahead! She decisively chose to divorce, kicked the scumbag to the curb, and reclaimed the job that was originally hers. After the divorce, instead of crying and waiting for the scumbag to come back to her, her life, on the contrary, became incredibly smooth. Not only did her career flourish, but she also took the college entrance exam and got into a university... She had originally planned to swear off love for this lifetime, focusing only on leading her family to wealth and reaching the pinnacle of success. But as luck would have it, potential suitors started blooming around her. A certain possessive man trapped her in his embrace and asked in a husky voice: "Grace, when are you going to give me a proper title?"
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