Rebirth Has Never Felt This Good
When my cousin died, my aunt forced me to marry her husband in order to take care of the child she left behind. She said that it was a way to pay her back for raising me after the death of my mom.
For eight years of being in the marriage, I was bullied by my cousin's son, accusing me killing his mom in order to take over her home. And my husband? He never defended me. To them, I was nothing more than a mere house help.
And the day I had looked forward finally came, when I could walk away from the marriage. But fate had other plans—I died in pain that very day.
Now, with a second chance at life, I made one thing clear: I was done with that miserable family, for good.