After rebirth, I went to the peak of my life by packing and delivering.

My husband blamed me for standing in the way of his big future. He wanted a divorce. But on our way to the courthouse to finalize it, we got into a car crash.

When I opened my eyes again, we were both back in time, to the year his childhood sweetheart invited him to start a business abroad.

This time, he didn’t hesitate. He went overseas with her. I didn’t try to stop him. I just kept my job packing packages.

Seven years later, he was a new business mogul, swimming in fame and fortune.

And I was still packing packages.