My husband, Gideon Huber, always thought of himself as a saint. He capitalized on my sacrifices to enhance his own reputation.In my previous life, I was beaten to death by a homeless man he had sponsored, and the baby I was carrying died as well.Gideon had rushed to the scene, wailing in grief, but his words were laced with bitter irony. "Why did you resist? If you had just complied, you wouldn't have died. Now that you're dead, what will people think of me?"After my death, Gideon never remarried. He came to my grave, mourning with a look of deep sorrow."Everyone makes mistakes. You're gone, but the living must go on. I've forgiven them on your behalf."In truth, he was worried about the homeless man going to prison, so he fabricated a story, claiming I'd betrayed him and killed myself in shame.My past was a tangled web of resentment.Unfortunately for him, I had returned with my memories intact and a system.In my previous life, everything Gideon did was to earn rewards f
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