Choosing to Be Reborn to the Wrong Mother

"Dear sister, this time, it's my turn to be the Harvey family's heiress! You can go be the daughter of that idiot who can't even keep a man!" My younger sister, Stephanie Harvey, sneered viciously as she rushed ahead and reincarnated into the belly of our scumbag father's mistress.

Watching the determination on her face, I couldn't help but laugh. Without hesitating, I quickly chose to reincarnate into the womb of the richest woman in the country, Tiara Cromwell.

The next second, I heard the mistress, Lynette Ross, snapping loudly at Tiara. "So what if you're Maxwell's wife, Tiara? Your marriage is just a business deal. The woman he really loves is me!

"You think you can steal him from me just because you're pregnant? He only cares about the baby in my belly."

Lynette's arrogant, smug voice echoed in my ears. Even as an embryo, it made me shudder.

I would never forget how she had used and tortured me throughout my childhood just to achieve her own goals. So, when Stephanie insisted on reincarnating into Lynette's womb this time, I was thrilled.

God knew how much I had envied her for having a rich mother who protected her from everything, spoiled her endlessly, and gave her abundant wealth the moment she was born. The worst hardship she had ever suffered in life was drinking an iced black coffee.

And me? I was the product of an affair. That fact alone earned me countless cold stares.

On top of that, I had a mother who was nothing more than a pretty but brainless mistress. In her world, our scumbag father, Maxwell Harvey, was everything. She would do anything to win his favor.

It wasn't unusual for Lynette to give me cold showers in winter to deliberately trigger my allergies. The cruelest thing she ever did was go to hospitals and buy used clothing from seriously ill patients, then make me wear them.

Because of that, I developed pneumonia when I was very young, and it left me with a lifelong illness.

As I lay in my hospital bed, I had envied Stephanie countless times for having such a good mother. But Stephanie didn't see it that way. She always complained that Tiara was clueless and didn't know how to please Maxwell, causing his attention to shift toward me and Lynette.

So, when the Cromwell family's business empire collapsed, Stephanie was the first to kick Tiara while she was down. Taking advantage of Tiara's favoritism, Stephanie emptied her accounts and ran straight to Maxwell.

But what kind of man was Maxwell? He had spent years lying low, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy the Cromwell family. How could he possibly care about Stephanie, who carried the blood of that family?

Her own father despised her. Her own mother hated her. In the end, Stephanie dragged me down with her as we both died.

Now that we'd been given a second chance at life, she had truly given me a huge surprise! A rich mother with unimaginable wealth and power, in comparison to a fragile mistress who could only cling to men whenever something went wrong. Even a fool would know which one to choose.

I'd love to see if Stephanie could still laugh once Lynette tortured her body into ruin.