After I was reborn,the first thing I did was leave my fiance

After I was reborn, the first thing I did was leave my fiancé.

Because in my previous life, my fiance Diego Hartwell had gone bankrupt after a failed stock market investment. I believed them.

I sold the diamond bracelets and necklace my father had given me. I took three cleaning jobs, worked until my hands bled, and endured every insult thrown at me. They called me the wife of a fallen tycoon, but I never left his side.

I thought my sacrifices would prove my love.

I was wrong.

While I was breaking my back to keep us alive, Diego was never poor.

He and his mother had hidden the truth from me because he believed I had betrayed him with my first love. No matter how many times I tried to explain, he refused to believe me.

I never cheated on him.

On the day I was dying of stomach cancer, his mother walked into my hospital room with a smile on her face.

"Diego was never bankrupt," she said. "He has been rich all these years. He only wanted you to suffer."

My world shattered.

Every tear, every sacrifice, every sleepless night... all of it had been meaningless.

As I struggled to breathe, she reached over and switched off my life-support machine.

My last thought before darkness swallowed me was simple:

If I were ever given another chance, I would never love Diego again.

The steady beeping of the heart monitor echoed through the silent room.

Beep... Beep... Beep...

My vision blurred as tears slipped down my cheeks. I wanted to scream, to ask why, but my body refused to move.

Mrs. Hartwell stood over me, her lips curled into a satisfied smile.

"I suppose you deserve to know the truth before you die," she said calmly. "There was never a bankruptcy."

My heart stopped.

"What...?"

"Diego never lost a single penny. I arranged everything, and he agreed. He believed you betrayed him with your first love. Even after years passed, he never cared enough to learn the truth. He let you suffer because, in his eyes, you deserved it."

I stared at her, unable to breathe.

All those years..

The endless overtime.

The hunger.

The humiliation.

The nights I cried myself to sleep while praying our lives would get better...

It had all been a lie.

"I never cheated..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"I know," she replied with a shrug. "But what difference does it make now?"

She reached toward the machine beside my bed.

"No!"

I tried to stop her, but my body wouldn't obey.

Her fingers wrapped around the plug.

"You should have known your place."

She pulled it out.

The monitor let out one long, piercing sound.

Beeeeeeeeeeep—

Darkness swallowed me.

...

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The sound of a clock filled my ears.

My eyelids fluttered open.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my bedroom.

I shot upright, gasping for air.

My hands trembled as I touched my chest.

No hospital gown.

No needles.

No pain.

My stomach...

It didn't hurt.

I stumbled toward the mirror.

A young woman stared back at me—healthy, beautiful, and years younger.

"No..."

My voice cracked.

"This can't be..."

Then my eyes landed on the calendar hanging beside the vanity.

It was the exact date Diego had announced his "bankruptcy."

The day my nightmare had begun.

My breathing remained uneven as I stared at the calendar.

June 18.

The date was burned into my memory.

The day Diego Hartwell announced that he had lost everything in the stock market.

"No..."

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand with trembling hands.

"There has to be a mistake."

I opened the news app.

The top headline made my blood run cold.

BREAKING: Hartwell Group Heir Diego Hartwell Suffers Massive Stock Market Losses. Family Fortune Reportedly Wiped Out Overnight.