He Lied About Bankruptcy, I Make It Real

"Melanie, the company's been struggling lately. At this rate, we might go bankrupt."

In the office, my husband, Robert Schmidt, handed me the financial statements. His face was a picture of misery.

"Let's get a divorce, Melanie. As the legal representative, I should take the fall. I can't let you go down with the ship."

With that, he pulled a pre-prepared divorce agreement from his drawer and slid it across the desk.

He sounded incredibly sincere and looked entirely heartbroken. I should have felt touched.

Instead, I clenched my fists, a cold dread washing over me.

What Robert didn't know was that I had been reborn.

In my last life, when the company was on the brink of bankruptcy, he offered a divorce to avoid dragging me down.

I refused. Desperate to help him weather the storm, I worked during the day and took side jobs at night, juggling eight jobs a day.

To save every penny, I survived on stale bread and water. I fainted from low blood sugar so often that I became a regular at the hospital.

But when I finally scraped together enough money and went to surprise Robert at the office, I overheard him talking to his assistant, Ellie Gordon.

That was how I learned the company was never in trouble—he had faked it just to divorce me and give Ellie a proper status.

Shattered and exhausted, I died of heartbreak.

After I was gone, Robert used my hard-earned money to buy Ellie jewelry and a mansion. They had a whirlwind wedding and lived happily ever after.

Meanwhile, I didn't even get a proper burial.

Perhaps out of pity, the universe granted me a second chance.

Now, looking at Robert's staged devotion, I just felt sick.

Seeing me frozen, he assumed I didn't agree and dialed up the affection. "Melanie, I know it hurts to part ways, but I'm doing this for your own good. Don't worry. It's just on paper. The moment the company stabilizes, we'll remarry right away—"

"Okay," I cut in softly before he could finish. "I agree to the divorce."

Before Robert could react, I pulled the papers toward me and signed my name without a second thought.

Honestly, he didn't even need to ask. I was already planning to divorce him. I didn't want to make the same mistake twice.

Robert stared at me, blindsided by how quickly his usually doting wife had agreed. "Melanie, you—"

He was about to say something when Ellie cried out in pain from outside the door.

He immediately bolted from his chair and rushed out to check on her.

Apparently, Ellie had gotten a paper cut while sorting some files.