Chapter 1

"Cameron Stuart! Just how much more trouble are you trying to cause me!"

Natalie Parker's shrill voice rang in my ears, jolting me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw her raising a bottle of sulfuric acid to splash it on me.

Recalling the unbearable agony that overwhelmed me in my previous life, I instinctively reached out to grab the bottle. Still, some of the liquid splashed out anyway, dripping onto my body.

I gasped in pain. After exhaling deeply, I clenched my jaw and caught Natalie by the wrist. "Are you mad? You can kill someone if you throw an entire bottle of sulfuric acid at them! Don't you know that?"

This time, Natalie's attitude seemed vastly different from what it had been in my previous life. I was stunned to see a flicker of hurt and grievance in her eyes, which was quite unlike her domineering and unbridled nature.

"Cameron," she said quietly. "You ruined the lives of all those people. What gives you the audacity to continue living without any qualms? You deserve to die. I'm seeking revenge on their behalf!"

She raised her hand once more—this time to slap me. I kept both her wrists locked in place before getting up. Then, I took my phone out to check the news.

In my previous life, a string of serial sexual assault cases swept through the city of Fenborough, and all the leads pointed directly at me. Even the DNA samples were a perfect match.

My wife, Natalie, who'd always said she couldn't live without me, cheated on me and brought her affair partner to the house to threaten me.

I wasn't even given a chance to explain before she dumped an entire bottle of sulfuric acid onto my crotch. The pain was so agonizing that I couldn't even move after that.

The next day, Natalie brought all of the victims to the house, giving them the chance to get even with me. They beat me half to death, and I died on the icy operating table in the hospital.

None of them expected me to get the chance to be reborn.

This time, I wasn't going to let all those who'd suspected me off the hook.

Tightening my grip on Natalie's wrists, I sneered at her, asking, "Why didn't you bring that pretty boy of yours over this time?"

Natalie's brows tightened. She took a step back and stammered out, "W-What pretty boy? I don't know what you're talking about."

Since she didn't have the slightest trace of fear in her expression, I shot to the door and grabbed the door handle.

"If you don't know what pretty boy I'm talking about, then explain who's standing outside right now!"

I swiftly yanked the door open, and the person on the other side made Natalie turn white in alarm.