Rebirth, Divorcing the Cold Manager

After my rebirth, I never delivered lunch to my plant-manager wife again.

When she left through the south gate for meetings, I took the long way around the north gate.

In my past life, I knew Sharon only married a country boy like me to secure her transfer recommendation to the city. Yet, I still stubbornly made her my wife.

I foolishly believed that a cold heart could eventually be warmed.

Instead, Sharon treated me with polite indifference our entire marriage.

Whenever I tried to be affec