Reborn to Ruin Her Husband
My sister smiled while I died.
As I lay helpless in a hospital bed, I listened to my family talk about my funeral, my inheritance, and the fortune they would gain once my heart stopped beating. My husband never came to see me. My parents called my death useful. And my sister, the person I trusted most, stole the wedding ring from my finger before turning off my life support.
Then I died.
But instead of staying dead, I woke up three years in the past.
This time, I remember everything.
I remember my husband who treated me like a burden. My parents who used me as a wallet. And my sister who smiled while I took my last breath.
And this time, I refuse to be their victim.
My first move is simple: divorce my cold, emotionless husband, Elias.
I expect him to sign the papers like he always ignored me.
Instead, he rips them apart.
The man who once couldn’t stand my touch suddenly pins me against his desk, his eyes dark with obsession.
“You spent years begging for my love,” Elias growls. “Now that I finally want you, you think I’ll let you leave?.” His grip tightens on my waist. “Over my dead body.”