After rebirth, I will fulfill my husband and his white moonlight

I was caught up in a minor incident late at night, and ended up at the precinct. That’s when the officer pulled up my records.

The officer looked at me, masked, and frowned. "An Ivy League graduate? What are you doing out on the streets at midnight?"

It was only then that I saw it—the ID number on the file was mine, but the photo was Ava’s.

Turns out, twenty years ago, I got into an Ivy League university!

I stumbled home, my mind reeling, only to hear my husband, Julian Ashworth, on the phone:

"Ava, I won't let Lulu bother you. Go abroad, don't worry about a thing."