Chapter 1
My boyfriend had my best friend bring others to watch him rape me.
After that, I went from an exclusive socialite to a disgraced, unwed
mother branded a slut.
To make Alexander Wright agree to marry me, my parents handed over all their shares to him.
But when I gave birth, he blocked the doctors outside the delivery room.
Leaving me to die in agony on the birthing bed–two lives gone.
On my deathbed, I saw him gently hug my best friend and say
smile:
with a
“Baby, those shares are all yours now.
So I had fallen into their trap long ago,
This life, hearing Alexander’s heavy breathing from the room behind me.
I sneered and thoughtfully locked the door for him.
I will destroy all of them this time.
“Mmm… if my husband finds out, he… he’ll never… forgive you…
т
“You little puppy, why are you biting…”
The woman’s gasps of shame and annoyance in the room grew louder, sounding less like she was forced and more like she was enjoying it.
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After all, if she hadn’t deliberately walked into the room, Alexander wouldn’t have assaulted her when he lost his senses.
Back in my past life, when Alexander assaulted me, she watched it firsthand.
Even though the noise behind me was grating, I felt really happy standing outside the door.
I was alive and well.
I hadn’t been assaulted by Alexander, hadn’t been labeled shameless and promiscuous.
I touched my belly; it was flat and didn’t ache anymore.
This wasn’t a dream; I’d truly been reborn.
Hearing footsteps close by, I ducked into a blind spot and messed up my
hair.
Then I grabbed a lock of hair and yanked it out.
I smeared lipstick on my palm and slapped my face hard several times.
The flesh of her cheek was torn by her teeth, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
It hurt.
But nothing compared to the agony of childbirth exhaustion in her past life.
“Emily Brown! What are you doing here…
Seeing me crouched at the door, Shakti Johnson visibly panicked.
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I yanked my hair again, squeezed out two tears, and blocked the corridor.
Turning my swollen, blood–red cheek toward the socialites and powerful guests, I bit my lip hard, trembling uncontrollably.
“I–I’m fine, don’t come any closer.”
The crowd exchanged uneasy glances, murmuring in hushed tones.
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Today’s attendees were all elite while the Reynolds family wasn’t the most prestigious in the exclusive society, they maintained good relations with all houses and were partners with Benjamin Hayes, tonight’s host.
Olivia Reynolds was beaten until she spat blood on his turf, her hair disheveled.
This was utterly unacceptable.
Victoria Archer, Benjamin’s mother, immediately approached, feigning maternal concern as she asked:
“Dear, who did this to you?”
