Second Chance, Second Choice Chapter 1

"If I had to choose, I'd pick Annie as my sister-in-law."

My boyfriend's sister, Layla, said this publicly while rolling her eyes at me provocatively.

Everyone thought I would explode, waiting to see a bloodbath between the future sisters-in-law.

But I smiled and said, "I second that," and announced my breakup with my boyfriend on the spot.

My boyfriend said I was making a scene.

But when I left the campsite overnight, he saw me but didn't stop me.

Instead, he turned to comfort the girl named Annie, "Sorry for embarrassing you. I apologize on Vivi's behalf."

I wasn't sad at all; in fact, I was full of anticipation.

This way, during the return trip, I wouldn't lose the use of my right arm saving Layla in a car accident, only to be despised by their entire family later.

Would Layla survive without my desperate rescue?

I was eagerly waiting for the result.

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In my past life, Layla humiliated me publicly just like this.

I splashed a whole glass of beer in her face.

The future sisters-in-law got into a huge fight, creating quite a spectacle.

My boyfriend, Bryan, took sides, only protecting his sister and her best friend, Annie.

Although I pulled out a handful of Layla's hair and kicked Annie, who had been making snide remarks, I seemingly won the fight but lost all my dignity.

Even so, I didn't leave overnight.

Because Bryan was not only my boyfriend but also my boss.

I was afraid that if I burned bridges, I would lose both my boyfriend and my job.

After all, I was just a migrant worker in the big city of Seaview, drifting from a second-tier city.

And I held a secretary position with no technical content, easily replaceable at any moment.

With my average degree from a decent university, finding another job in Seaview's current employment market would be incredibly difficult.

And my parents, who had high hopes for me, would never agree to me returning to my hometown, Lin City.

In their words, Lin City was a place where one lived comfortably only through social connections. They, guarding a small tailor shop that barely made ends meet, couldn't arrange a decent job for me.

They said if I couldn't stay in Seaview after getting into college there, it would only make them a laughingstock.

In my past life, I hid in a dark corner of the campsite alone, feeling miserable all night.

Bryan didn't come out to find me all night.

The next day, after watching the sunrise, I appeared thick-skinned and successfully fought off Annie to sit in the passenger seat.

My thought process was simple and crude: before I found my next job, I had to firmly hold onto the identity of Bryan's girlfriend.

On the way back, our car overturned while avoiding a large truck.

Both Layla and I were sitting on the right side of the car and were thrown out simultaneously, hanging off a cliff.

Layla grabbed only a small branch, while I grabbed the main trunk.

When the small branch Layla was holding was about to break, I ignored past grievances and resolutely grabbed her with my right arm.

Although Bryan and Annie weren't thrown out, Bryan only cared about saving Annie, who had a small scratch on her scalp, and had no time to care about the lives of Layla and me.

I held on until passing drivers joined forces to pull us up.

In the end, Layla was unharmed, but my right arm was disabled due to prolonged blood loss.

The media reported my heroic act of saving someone. Bryan's company was at a critical stage of going public, so for the sake of appearances, the White family let Bryan marry me.

Layla not only didn't appreciate me saving her life but blamed me for using the favor to demand repayment, delaying her brother's great life.

Even worse, Layla brought Annie to live in the small home Bryan and I shared, saying it was closer to their university.

It seemed she wouldn't give up until she got Annie into Bryan's bed.

I got into another fight with Layla.

I only had one usable arm. Bryan not only didn't help me but accused me of being petty, unable to tolerate even his own sister.

Turning around, he comforted Annie gently, "Sorry for scaring you. I have the final say in this house. You and my sister can stay as long as you want, don't mind what others think."

My in-laws, upon hearing this, also came to support their biological daughter.

My father-in-law slammed the table and shouted, "This house belongs to our White family! A daughter of the White family can stay whenever she wants. Who are you, an outsider named Zhuang, to gossip?"

My mother-in-law rolled her eyes to the sky, "We already agreed to Bryan marrying you, what more do you want? Don't think just because you saved my daughter's life, you can order us around forever. You don't call the shots in this house!"

Layla even turned the tables, "Mom, Dad, you are too kind! Her arm probably was useless before she saved me. She just seized the opportunity to blame it on our family."

I laughed in anger, "So, you're blaming me for pulling you up back then?"

Layla puffed out her chest confidently, "Of course! If you hadn't reached out to grab me, I would have swung over and grabbed the main trunk myself."

Thinking for a moment, she pushed Annie forward again, "Besides, if you had let Annie, who gets carsick, sit in the passenger seat, Annie would definitely have grabbed me in the emergency, and neither she nor I would have fallen off the cliff."

Finally, she concluded decisively, "Annie is much smarter than you. She is the one suitable to be my sister-in-law!"

I turned to Bryan, who had been silent, "Do you think so too?"

Bryan didn't answer me directly, just rubbing his brow irritably, "Vivi, enough! It's just my sister bringing a classmate to stay over. Do you have to be so calculative? How long are you going to make a scene? If you don't want to live here, divorce and get out!"

I, who had hoped for a trace of comfort from him, was completely disheartened.

But Layla clapped her hands cluelessly, "Divorce, divorce, hurry up and divorce! Brother, it's great that you finally figured it out!"

She pushed Annie into her brother's arms, "You two lock it down quickly. It would be best to make a little nephew tonight!"

Bryan didn't dodge. Annie shrank into his arms, apologizing to me "shyly," "Sister Vivi, sorry, Layla is joking with you."

I thought that although she was fake, she at least knew some shame.

But she suddenly changed the subject, "However, Sister Vivi, to be honest, you should stop using favors to demand repayment. You already got Brother Bryan, you should coax him and make him happy. Instead of turning the house upside down, making Brother Bryan look half-dead, it's too heartbreaking. Repaying a favor once is enough; you can't threaten Brother Bryan with it for a lifetime, right?"

Bryan's parents agreed in unison, believing I was an ungrateful troublemaker who couldn't even find a job with a disabled hand and wouldn't serve her man properly. Their son marrying me was simply bad luck.

I couldn't argue against five mouths with just one.

Finally, losing control of my emotions, I rushed to the kitchen and came out with a cleaver...

My mind was in chaos at the time, so after being reborn, I only remembered that I was the only one left standing in the living room.