Reborned- Redeeming My Contracted Husband

In front of the tombstone stood a woman wearing a black dress, with fair and translucent skin, giving her a mysterious and indifferent appearance.

Withered leaves swept by, and her slender body swayed in the wind, as if about to drift away with it.

Aileen gazed quietly at the black and white photo on the tombstone, her eyes filled with intense concentration, as if she wanted to understand the person in the picture.

The man in the photo had thin lips and a pair of gloomy eyes under thick eyebrows, devoid of warmth. Geoffrey, born from humble origins, his parents had long passed away, and he was a silent and unsociable person during his lifetime. After being executed by marksmanship, his body was cremated, and Dirk brought back his ashes.

Aileen felt guilty as she realized that this man, who was legally closest to her, she never truly understood him, nor did she ever invest any thoughts in him.

A graceful and wealthy middle-aged woman approached, holding an umbrella, and said gently, "Aileen, let's go. Staring at Geoffrey like this won't bring him back. Let's return to England and start a new life."

"Aunt..." Aileen hugged the middle-aged woman addressed as aunt, her voice breaking, and she sobbed uncontrollably.

Half a month ago

On a spacious white bed lay a woman, the twilight's dim light shining through the window, illuminating her fair face, making her features even more distinct. Even with her eyes closed, her beauty remained untouched.

Faint breathing, an almost motionless chest, and pale skin with faint blue veins made it seem as if the person on the bed was not in deep slumber but rather an empty vessel.

Time passed little by little, and the woman's eyelids twitched.

Hasty footsteps sounded, and with a "snap," the silence was broken.

Another woman's surprised voice rang out, "Mr. Dirk, Miss Aileen is awake!"

Aileen struggled to open her eyes, feeling a strong light she couldn't adjust to. She wanted to lift her hand but found it to be too weak.

When she fully opened her eyes, she saw an old man wearing a white coat. Upon seeing her, the face full of wrinkles let out a sigh of relief, and his eyes welled up with excitement.

"Aileen, you've finally woken up."

As if remembering something, Dirk said to the female nurse behind him, "Dim the lights a bit."

Aileen's mind was still numb, her limbs felt like they were filled with lead, and she looked around. The warm-toned lights in the cold-toned room made it feel cozy. Her throat felt dry. "Is this... a hospital?"

Dirk nodded, "This is T.C Methodist Hospital. But do you feel uncomfortable anywhere in your body?"

T.C Methodist Hospital.

Aileen's memories gradually returned. This was the hospital Geoffrey was associated with, and the elder before her was his university mentor, Mr. Dirk.

However...

As she observed Dirk, a strange emotion surfaced in her eyes. The Mr. Dirk in her memory seemed somewhat different from the one before her. Something seemed off. Just as Aileen lowered her head to ponder, her head began to buzz as if it exploded.

After a while, she managed to utter a sentence.

"Only my body feels heavy. Is Geoffrey in the hospital?"

Her gaze turned to the space behind Mr. Dirk. She remembered that even though her marriage with Geoffrey was icy, he always pretended to be a good husband in front of others. But today, she didn't see him, which didn't fit his style.

Upon hearing Aileen's confusion, Dirk's expression suddenly became strange, and he avoided her gaze.

Seeing this, Aileen recalled Geoffrey's appearance when he found out about her late-stage leukemia, and she understood. Their marriage was devoid of love and stemmed from their mutual needs. Perhaps he had already decided to divorce her, not to mention she was still a burden now.

"Mr. Dirk, I know, you don't have to worry. I am already a dying person, and I won't ask much of him."

The sadness in Mr. Dirk's eyes deepened, and he shook his head, "Don't misunderstand Geoffrey, he..."

Dirk gazed tenderly at Aileen, who was younger than his own daughter. Having been a doctor for more than forty years, he had become desensitized to life, death, and illness. However, facing the plight of this young women before him, he couldn't help but feel heartache.

"Aileen, do you know how long you've been asleep? Eight years, a whole eight years."

His words struck Aileen's already numb heart like a bell toll, bringing forth a wave of sorrow.

Eight years...

She silently repeated these two words in her heart. No wonder when she first saw Mr. Dirk, she felt something strange. It turned out to be the traces of eight years.

The hospital room fell silent. Aileen reluctantly stirred her colorless lips, "I understand, Mr. Dirk."

Turning over, tears fell from the corners of her eyes onto the pillow. "I'm a bit tired, I want to rest for a while." She no longer wanted to bother with right or wrong. Having spent eight years lying down, God unexpectedly gave her another chance to wake up.

"Alright, alright, then rest well." Mr. Dirk looked thoughtfully at the woman turned away from him and left the room.

The nurse hurriedly followed Dirk and whispered, "Why didn't you tell Miss Aileen the truth? She'll find out sooner or later."

"Let's take it slow. Aileen just woke up, let's not give her too much shock." Dirk's eyes, clouded with experience, squinted.

"Don't let anyone else disturb her during this time."