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My parents, Robert Reed and Carol Jenkins, and I were all reborn together–right on my wedding day.
In my previous life, my parents favored my sister Isabella Reed. They married Isabella off to Admiral Vincent Longfellow while forcing me to marry Frank Wilson, the factory owner’s mentally disabled son.
However, Isabella, who followed Vincent to the island garrison base, spent her days enduring sea winds and eating canned food. More importantly, Vincent was infertile. Despite seeing countless doctors, Isabella could never get pregnant. She endured endless mockery and eventually died alone on that island.
Meanwhile, after marrying Frank, I gave birth to seven children, each one brilliant. When they grew up, they took over the factory owner’s position and built the company into a business worth billions of dollars.
Seeing me living prosperously while Isabella suffered on the island, my parents stabbed me to death with a knife.
In this life, they’re pointing at Frank, telling Isabella to marry him.
Afraid my parents might change their minds, I quickly grabbed Vincent’s hand and said, “I’m willing to marry you and go with
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you to the island garrison base!”
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“Mr. Wilson, my younger daughter has a wonderful personality and graduated from high school. She’d be perfect for Frank.”
Watching Robert eagerly pull Isabella toward the drooling, foolishly grinning Frank, I laughed mockingly.
It seems I’m not the only one who was reborn.
Isabella stared in disbelief, glanced at Frank with disgust, then looked pitifully toward Vincent, who stood unattended nearby.
I smiled smugly at Isabella, then stepped forward to take Vincent’s hand.
Afraid they might change their minds, I quickly said, “I’m willing to marry Vincent and go with him to the island.”
Vincent looked at me with surprise but didn’t pull his hand
away.
Isabella’s eyes turned red with anger, her expression fierce as she tried to lunge at me.
Fortunately, Carol was quick to cover her mouth and drag her
away.
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Looking at Robert, who was busy flattering factory owner Tom Wilson, along with Carol and Isabella, I smiled apologetically at Vincent.
I was actually quite helpless.
Isabella and I are twins, but we’ve lived completely different lives since childhood.
While she wore designer dresses and acted spoiled in our parents arms, I had to handle all the household chores.
Even so, our parents never gave me any attention or love.
In my previous life, my parents went to great lengths to choose Vincent for Isabella–a man who became an admiral at such a young age–hoping only for her happiness.
To arrange this marriage, they gave many gifts to the matchmaker.
Eventually, Vincent’s parents, worried he couldn’t find a wife, agreed to the engagement.
My marriage was merely a tool for my parents to curry favor with Tom.
They knew Tom was worried about finding a wife for his mentally disabled son, so they proactively suggested I marry Frank.
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My parents thought that since I did housework at home and knew how to take care of people, I’d be perfect for Frank.
Though Frank’s mother felt I wasn’t good enough for Frank, she reluctantly agreed in the end.
Since Frank had become an adult, his mother wanted to find him a companion. Besides, I wasn’t valued at home anyway.
Frank’s mother figured that if I became disabled in the future, they could just give some compensation and be done with it.
So our marriage was settled just like that.
My parents originally thought Isabella would be happy following Vincent, while I would struggle through life serving a mentally disabled man.
But things didn’t develop as they expected.
Shortly after the wedding, Isabella followed Vincent to the island.
She hadn’t expected the base conditions to be so harsh, with extremely scarce supplies.
Before long, Isabella was crying on the phone, saying she wanted a divorce and to come home.
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After Carol’s persuasion, Isabella gave up on that idea. Isabella wanted to get pregnant so she could leave the island, but no matter what she tried, she suffered endless mockery and died of depression.
In contrast, everyone thought my life would be difficult, yet I gave birth to seven sons in a row, each one brilliant.
The Wilson family regarded me as a hero, and my life got better and better.
When I received news of Isabella’s death, I hurried home to comfort my parents.
But I was being presumptuous.
I still remember my parents‘ vicious expressions: “You b*tch, you should be the one who died. Isabella suffered on that island–why do you get to be so happy?”
“You should be the one who’s dead. If there’s a next time, I’ll make sure Isabella has the good life!”
After saying this, they stabbed me with a knife–eighteen times, each stab fatal.
Watching Isabella, whose expression changed to wild joy after Carol’s persuasion, I smiled.
I thought: “I wonder if they’ll still be able to smile when they
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conceive. Eventually, she
discover they’ve personally pushed Isabella into a hellish marriage?”
