Reborn, I Made My Billionaire Dad Infertile

The glass slammed into Dad’s mistress, Maggie Young, striking her square in the forehead.

Blood streamed down her face as she clutched the wound and slumped against Dad.

He exploded.

“Skyla Jasper, have you lost your mind? Have you forgotten every rule I ever taught you?”

I stood there in a daze.

Then it hit me.

I had been reborn.

Maggie clung to Dad’s arm and spoke in a soft, soothing voice.

“Don’t be angry with her, James. She just lost her mom. Of course she’s upset.”

Dad wrapped a protective arm around her, then pointed at me.

“Apologize to Maggie right now!”

Tears welled in Maggie’s eyes as she hurriedly waved him off.

“No, there’s no need. I know Skyla looks down on women like me. Please don’t fight because of me. I’ll just leave.”

With that, she turned and dragged her suitcase toward the front door.

But her daughter, Jenna Young, suddenly burst into tears.

“Mom, didn’t you already end our lease? Does that mean we’re homeless again?”

Dad had still been hesitating over whether to let them stay.

The moment he heard that, his expression hardened with resolve.

He pointed toward the master bedroom.

“Don’t go. From now on, Maggie, you’re the lady of the house.”

Then he pointed at me.

“Skyla, get back to your room and stay there until you’ve thought about what you did!”

Maggie and Jenna lowered their heads and sniffled.

But beneath their pitiful act, I caught the smug gleam in their eyes.

What a pair of fake, manipulative snakes.

Maggie had knowingly become a married man’s mistress, then moved into our home before Mom was even cold in her grave.

Who was she trying to fool with that innocent act?

My fists clenched on instinct.

I wanted to grab another glass and throw it at her.

But when I looked up, Dad was already red-faced with rage.

In my last life, I had been far too proud to take Dad’s scolding. I had stormed out without bringing a single thing with me, leaving all my jewelry and designer bags for Jenna to claim.

In the end, I had been hit and killed by a semi-truck over a lousy three-dollar delivery fee.

I had thrown my life away for nothing.

This time, I refused to make the same mistake.

I slowly unclenched my fist.

Then I pinched my thigh as hard as I could.

Tears instantly sprang to my eyes.

“Dad,” I whispered, “you don’t want me anymore?”