Rebirth: A Life for a LifeIn my previous life, everything I do to care for myself somehow ends up benefiting my new housekeeper instead.
I apply expensive skincare, yet dark spots and fine lines spread across my face, whereas the 45-year-old housekeeper's face becomes silkier. I jog every morning, yet my body only grows heavier and bulkier, while hers becomes slender and toned.
When my husband notices the stretch marks on my abdomen, his face twists with disgust, and he never touches me again.
"I genuinely can't bring myself to touch you. How can you look worse than Mirabelle when you take such good care of yourself?"
My housekeeper looks at me with a sinister smile. A chill crawls up my spine, and the strange feeling makes me fire her on the spot.
Yet, as soon as she leaves, I start aging at lightning speed, entering menopause 20 years early and developing diabetes and high blood pressure. I see every doctor I can, but after hanging on for a week, I die from a stroke.
When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day she first reports to work. This time, I push away the royal jelly she sets in front of me with a pleasant smile. "I've been avoiding certain foods lately. You can have it instead."