Betrayed by Love, Reborn for Revenge

My cousin treated me especially well.

He married my rich and beautiful fiancée, then told me the richer a woman was, the more twisted she became, said she would suck a man dry. So, he offered to suffer in my place to save me from ruin.

He sold his wife’s unused villa, claiming I used it to keep a mistress.

He maxed out her secondary credit card, saying it was to help me pay off gambling debts.

He had an affair with her pregnant best friend, which caused a miscarriage and he blamed me. Said I’d tried to assault her. Said I was the reason she lost the baby.

In the end, his wife sent me to northern Mexico to make amends for sins I never committed.

To shut me up, he had someone rip out my kidney and torture me until I died.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the very day he had that affair, the day the miscarriage happened.

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Whenever Ronan Slade had a secret rendezvous, he would tell his wife Liora March it was because of me.

Sometimes he said I was having an affair with a married woman and had gotten beaten up, that I needed comfort. Other times, he claimed I was being chased by loan sharks and needed help. He even told her I was hospitalized with a venereal disease and needed someone to stay with me.

If Liora hadn’t confronted me in my past life, furiously listing out all my so-called sins, I wouldn’t have known that my life had been so eventful.

Right now, Liora’s calls keep flooding my phone.

The moment I answered, her sharp voice exploded in my ear. “Evren Sawyer, it’s the middle of the night and you still have Ronan at your place?”

“I’ve had enough of you. Ronan is your cousin, not your father! You’re a grown man, can’t you stop leeching off him?”

“Ronan and I are trying to have a baby. Can you have a little shame and stop bothering him every single day? You’re unbelievably annoying!”

“Is this because I dumped you back then? Are you holding a grudge and trying to ruin my marriage on purpose? Ronan is so pure. If you keep using him like this, don’t blame me for what I’ll do. Get him back here now!”

Liora seemed to have reached her breaking point, yelling furiously, her voice so loud it made my ears ring.

When I was dating her, I believed she was gentle, considerate, sweet, nothing like a spoiled rich girl.

But Ronan always said the more well-behaved a woman appeared, the more twisted she was underneath.

Whenever Liora treated me kindly, he would insist she’d already been satisfied by some other man and was only being nice to cover her guilt.

During a rough patch in my relationship with her, Ronan slid in, gentle, attentive, the perfect emotional confidant.

While defending her, he also fed her subtle lies about me, slipping poison behind his smiles.

With Ronan stirring the pot, Liora and I drifted further apart.

Suppose I hadn’t accidentally seen Ronan’s underwear in her home. In that case, I might still have been grateful, thinking I had a cousin wise in the ways of women, helping me spot a “toxic girlfriend.”

Not long after, he married her.

From that moment on, I kept my distance.

But Liora didn’t see it that way.

Every few days, she hounded me about Ronan’s whereabouts.

My life was reduced to working and explaining where Ronan was.

The truth was that I had no idea what he was doing.

I could only go along with the reasons he had prepared in advance, enduring the pressure and trying to brush it off.

Until one day, Liora stormed into my home in a fury, gave me a fierce scolding and had someone stuff me into a sack and send me off to northern Mexico.

I only realized I had been the scapegoat, a sacrificial pawn.

Thinking back on Liora’s revenge in the last life and Ronan’s silencing tactics, a nameless rage surged inside me.

Liora, today I would make you see with your own eyes what kind of person your so-called pure husband really was!

The corners of my mouth curled into a cold smile and I said into the phone, "Ronan is unclogging a drain. He’s busy, won’t be back anytime soon!"

After I spoke, my expression turned cold. I hung up and switched off the phone.

I didn’t want to say another word to Liora.

But soon, there was a knock at the door.

As soon as I unlocked it, a powerful force slammed it open, shoving me back.

Before I could react, several bodyguards pinned me down.

Then Liora stepped into my home in high heels, quickly searching for Ronan.

She turned the two-bedroom apartment upside down, but she found nothing.

"Didn’t you say Ronan was unclogging a drain? Where is he?"

She marched up to me, her face cold, her voice full of anger.

Seeing how furious she looked, a slow surge of revenge rose in my chest.

I raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "I only said he was unclogging a drain. I didn’t say it was at my place. Maybe he’s unclogging one at your best friend’s place. Why don’t you go check?"

Liora’s brows pulled together. She stepped forward and grabbed my collar.

She shouted sharply, "Cut the crap! I’ll ask you one last time: where the hell are you hiding, Ronan?"