03
When I woke up again, I found myself lying in the hospital where I first met Hanson, having fainted due to low blood sugar.
Seeing Hanson call me “sweetheart” again and again, I rolled my eyes.
This time around, it’s not about revenge. I’ve lived through the agony, and now, it’s all about seizing what’s rightfully mine. I’ve been reborn, and with this new chance, I’m focusing on one thing: that $5 million.
Sure enough, in this life, Hanson still pretended to have amnesia and claimed to have fallen in love with me at first sight. When I saw his chiseled, devastatingly handsome face, it seemed like the words “5 million dollars” were written all over it. I rubbed my hands together and took him home.
Everything is falling perfectly into place this time around. Hanson and I naturally gravitated towards each other, and I showered him with even more care than in the past life.
When he was hungry, I prepared his favorite meals with my own hands. When he was in financial trouble, I generously transferred money to him without hesitation. And when he wanted to sleep with me? No problem at all–come right over, and let’s make this night unforgettable.
Even my longtime best friend, Lucy Lane, condemned me with scathing words, calling me a heartless, ungrateful friend who had abandoned our shared dream of wealth and success.
The neighbor across the hall was so angry about the care I gave Hanson that he complained to his wife about how little attention he received.
Under my devoted care, my relationship with Hanson flourished. Unlike in my previous life, he began to embrace the role of a caring partner. He learned to cook and took pride in preparing meals for me, often surprising me with lunch at work. His gestures were the talk of the office, sparking envy among my colleagues who marveled at my seemingly perfect, attentive boyfriend. Ha–considerate, perhaps, but a sweet, obedient dog? Absolutely.
Since taking in Hanson and deciding to make money, my work has been booming–I got three promotions in a row. But this small change doesn’t interest me; I want 5 million dollars.
My phone suddenly lit up; it was Lucy texting me on Messenger. This was her 101st attempt to get me to break up with Hanson.
“Nancy Faye! How could you be so blinded by that pretty boy? If you don’t break up with him, we’re finished! Look at you now, drowning in love and forgetting everything we planned. Do you even remember our dream of getting rich?!”
In my past life, Lucy’s harsh words were a wake–up call I ignored because of my love for Hanson. This time, when faced with her angry plea, I turned her down not out of love but for the money!
“Lucy, I love Hanson. Trust me, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get rich. Pack your things and get your passport ready; I’m taking you flying.”
After sending the message, I heard a noise outside the door–Hanson was back.
I quickly placed my phone face down, feigning sleep as I heard his footsteps approach. His warmth enveloped me as he slipped into bed, his arms wrapping around my waist with a possessive gentleness.
He slept soundly, but I couldn’t sleep out of excitement over the words “Whatever amount she wants.”
Finally, the day has come! The chains of endless toil are shattered, and I stand on the precipice of my liberation.
