Chapter 2

Right then, countless memories from my previous life came rushing back to me like a tidal wave, and the hatred in my heart could no longer be contained.

In my previous life, when Jenna had left me half-dead, I looked to my husband for help. But not only did he stand by and do nothing, he even cussed me out, calling me a jinx for costing them a reward worth tens of millions.

As if that wasn't enough, after I was killed, he even helped Jenna cover it up.

"I'm fine with divorcing, but the house is my premarital property. I'd like you to be out of my house before I get home."

Undoubtedly, Ricky Manning didn't expect me to say that. In his anger, he started hurling insults at me right in the chat. "You think I want to live in your crappy house? Believe it or not, I'll be moving into a mansion soon!

"You can't even bear a child. Do you think anyone would want you once we're divorced? You'd better keep in mind that you agreed to the divorce.

"Even if you strip naked and beg me on your knees to forgive you, I won't even give you the time of day."

I reread his replies over and over again. They were both ridiculous and pathetic.

We'd been married for five years, but I never managed to get pregnant.

I thought Ricky would stand up for me when his mother pressured me, but instead, he sided with his mother and blamed me, too.

"A woman's duty in life is to give her husband a child. If you can't do something that basic, that must mean our family is cursed with bad luck!"

There were so many nights I almost snapped and threw Ricky's medical report in their faces.

I wanted to tell them that the one who couldn't have children wasn't me. It was Ricky. But in the end, for Ricky's dignity, I chose to endure it in silence.

Unfortunately, all my patience got me was endless humiliation and Ricky's betrayal. Instead of replying, I simply blocked him.

Right then, Jenna posted another update on social media. It was a photo of two people holding hands. The caption was incredibly suggestive. "We're finally able to date openly."

There was no doubt that the man in the photo was Ricky. What made the whole thing even more ridiculous was that she had deliberately tagged me in the post.

"The plane is about to take off. Please turn off all communication devices…"

After the plane took off, I pulled the blanket over myself and fell asleep. The plane landed two hours later, and just as I walked out of the airport, I saw Ricky.

Jenna was right behind him. The two of them started kissing right in front of me without the slightest restraint.

Calmly, I took a photo of them since the one who had been unfaithful during a marriage could be made to leave the divorce with nothing.

Though to be honest, there weren't really many assets between Ricky and me anyway.

Back then, my family was totally against our marriage. But for the sake of what I thought was love, I had a huge fight with them and left home to work on my own.

After working overtime nonstop for an entire year, I finally managed to get a mortgage to buy an apartment. Then I married Ricky, who had absolutely nothing.

Back then, the younger me believed love was everything. I believed true love could conquer anything. Looking back now, I could only find my past self painfully naive.

Perhaps because I had been standing there for so long without moving, looking out of place in the crowd, the two of them finally noticed me.

Jenna calmly hooked her arm through Ricky's, lifting her chin at me provocatively. "Thanks for being too blind to see his worth and giving such a great man to me."

Ricky turned his head away with obvious disgust, muttering, "What bad luck. Why do I run into you everywhere?"

Sneering, I raised my voice to say, "Ricky, we haven't even started the divorce proceedings yet. Legally speaking, we're still married, which means you're a homewrecker, Jenna!"

The moment the words left my mouth, people nearby slowed down and began watching out of curiosity.

Jenna's face flushed with anger as she clung tightly to Ricky's arm. "We're in love!"

"Alright then. Just make sure you can afford to support him!"

Just as I finished speaking, the car I'd booked arrived. Ignoring their shouting and insults, I got in and left.

When I was almost home, Jenna started a live stream. The title was super eye-catching. "Documenting my first time buying a car and a house."