On the birthday of our twin son and daughter, my husband’s beloved “first love” secretly poisoned the lotus seed soup we were drinking.
On a whim, my son gave a sip to our pet dog, and the poor thing dropped dead instantly.
When the truth came out, Grace Miller took her own life to avoid responsibility.
My husband, enraged, came to hold me accountable.
“This time, it was your beloved Grace who poisoned the three of us. Do you wish it had been me and the children who died instead?”
He gradually calmed down. “Lily, you’re right.”
While apologizing, he handed me a glass of red wine.
I drank it, and moments later, dizziness overwhelmed me.
When I woke up again, I was in the middle of a barren wilderness.
My twin children were tied to the top of a roaring motorcycle.
Not far away stood my husband, his face twisted with rage.
“Lily Evans, you’re the one who killed the love of my life.”
“As Andrew Turner, a warrior of pure love, I must avenge my dear Grace.”
The children begged him to let them go, but his face remained icy cold. “If you were truly kind, you would have drunk the poison in front of Grace, waited until she left, then gone to the hospital for treatment—rather than forcing her to die in humiliation and hatred.”
In the next instant, the spinning motorcycle shredded my children into pieces.
Then I was shoved into a deep pit, where countless venomous snakes tore into my body.
“If there’s a next life, the suffering my children and I endured will be repaid a hundredfold!”
As I screamed those words, the scene around me dissolved, and I suddenly found myself lying on a cozy, elegant bed.
“I’ve been reborn—back to two years after my husband brought Grace home.”
I touched my still-flat belly, my face lighting up with joy.
At this point, I was already married, but I had not yet been pregnant or had children.
If I cut my losses early, it wasn’t too late to walk away from this failed marriage.
“Mom, Dad, I’m back.”
“This time, I won’t be a lovesick fool who shields Andrew Turner at every turn. I’ll make that pair of scum pay a price they’ll never forget.”
Thinking of the tragic fate I suffered in my last life, tears rolled down my cheeks like broken pearls.
In this life, I hadn’t borne Andrew Turner’s children, so there was no need for vengeance on their behalf.
But my parents’ murder could not go unpunished.
I remembered the moment in my last life when Andrew pushed me into the snake pit, my body soaked in blood, just before I died.
With a cold, cruel expression, he told me that to avenge Grace, he had not only killed the three of us but had also sabotaged my parents’ car, causing their fatal accident.
While I was lost in those miserable memories, Andrew arrived.
He wore a globally limited-edition tailored suit, a luxury watch, and exclusive designer shoes—his outfit alone worth millions.
Looking at me, Andrew put on a patronizing smile. “Grace is my childhood sweetheart. We’ve had over a decade together—something you, who’ve only known me a few years, can’t compare to.”
“I know you love me. As long as you turn a blind eye to my relationship with Grace, I’ll share a bed with you tonight, let you carry my child, so you won’t be left lonely in your old age.”
Seeing Andrew’s arrogant posture, I couldn’t help but laugh.
He had been nothing but a penniless live-in son-in-law.
Before marrying into the Evans family, his only shirt was faded from washing, and his worn leather shoes were covered in cracks.
After joining the Evans family…
