Telos Karma

After being reborn, the first thing I did was switch my newborn daughter. In my previous life, soon after she was born, a blood test showed her type was AB. But mine was B, and my husband's was O—there was absolutely no way we could have an AB-type child. My husband flew into a rage and demanded a paternity test on the spot. To everyone's shock, the results proved she was biologically related to me, but not to him. He slapped me hard across the face, his voice trembling with disappointment. "I've always treated you well. I only ever loved you—and this is how you repay me?" My mother-in-law wailed and cursed me for cheating, accusing me of bearing another man's child to steal their family fortune. I was completely stunned. I knew better than anyone who the father of my child was—how could she possibly not be my husband's? In no time, everyone turned against me. They called me a cheater, a tramp. My husband divorced me and went online to play the victim, stirring up a storm of hate and harassment that never seemed to end. With nowhere to go and no one left to believe me, I took my baby in my arms and jumped from a building. Even in death, I couldn't make sense of it all. And when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my daughter was born.

— Ah... Mais devagar, meu marido está me ligando. Com o rosto em chamas, peguei o celular e atendi à chamada em vídeo. Do outro lado da linha, meu marido, com os olhos fixos, dava uma ordem atrás da outra. Ele não percebia que, fora do enquadramento, a cabeça de um jovem se movia inquieta entre minhas pernas.

An unserem Hochzeitstag ließ mein Freund Hayden Grant mich aus der Kapelle hinauswerfen. Stattdessen schritt er Hand in Hand mit seiner Jugendliebe zum Altar. Ich ging zurück hinein und brach am Rand des Mittelgangs zusammen. Der Brautstrauß glitt mir aus den Händen, die Blütenblätter verteilten sich überall. Doch sein Blick streifte mich nicht einmal für eine halbe Sekunde. „Selenas Kind braucht einen Vater. Sobald das erledigt ist, heirate ich dich.“ Alle dachten, ich sei eine verblendete Närrin und würde bereitwillig noch einen Monat warten. Schließlich hatte ich bereits sieben Jahre auf ihn gewartet. Doch in dieser Nacht tat ich etwas, das niemand erwartet hatte. Ich stimmte der arrangierten Ehe zu, die meine Eltern vorgeschlagen hatten, und verließ das Land. Drei Jahre später kehrte ich zurück, um meine Eltern zu besuchen. Mein Ehemann William Fields war CEO eines internationalen Konzerns. Als ein unerwartetes, wichtiges Meeting anstand, bat er mich, schon mal zur Firmenniederlassung in meiner Heimat vorauszufliegen. Dort würden sich seine Untergebenen um mich kümmern. Zu meiner Überraschung war einer dieser Untergebenen Hayden – der Mann, den ich seit drei Jahren nicht mehr gesehen hatte. Sein Blick wanderte sofort zu dem funkelnden Diamanten an meinem Ringfinger. „Ist das eine Fälschung von diesem rosa Diamanten, den Herr Fields für fünf Millionen Euro für seine Frau gekauft hat? Ich hätte nicht gedacht, dass du nach all den Jahren so eitel geworden bist.“ „Du hast schon genug Drama gemacht. Komm nach Hause. Selenas Sohn geht jetzt zur Schule, also ist es der perfekte Zeitpunkt, dass du dich um sein Mittagessen kümmerst.“ Ich sagte kein Wort und strich nur mit den Fingerspitzen über den Ring. Er hatte keine Ahnung, dass dies der günstigste aller Edelsteine war, die William mir je geschenkt hatte.

Madam Pratt, my mother-in-law, was in critical condition after a car accident, desperately needing surgery. However, as the lead surgeon, I—Lilianne Davis—stood by, casually scrolling through short videos on my phone. My best friend, Tiffany Owens, who was also a doctor, was far more anxious than I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the operating room. “Lily, why are you still stalling? Hurry up and save her!” I took a step back, clutching my stomach in pain as her face twisted in shock. “I have cramps so bad I can’t even stand. You do it.” In my last life, the moment I heard about Madam Pratt’s accident, I had swallowed a painkiller and rushed into surgery, working for hours to stabilize her. I had barely stepped away from the operating table when alarms blared. “Lilianne, what have you done? The patient is experiencing acute hemolysis!” “Call the family now!” Gareth Pratt stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard in the face. “Lil, you’re a professional surgeon, yet you gave my mother the wrong blood transfusion?!” I froze, reaching for Madam Pratt’s medical report to explain, only to find that the A-type blood I had seen before had somehow changed to B-type. The medical board arrived, and a blood test revealed traces of hallucinogens in my system. “Unbelievable! Taking illegal substances before surgery? That’s a cardinal sin for a doctor!” In the chaos, Emma Pratt, Gareth’s teenage sister, grabbed a scalpel and stabbed me multiple times. Blood gushed from my arteries, and I collapsed in a pool of crimson. As my vision faded, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I had never taken illegal drugs. Besides, I was absolutely certain of Madam Pratt’s blood type. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment right before stepping into the operating room.

Mi amiga, Sofía Santos, la misma que siempre juró que jamás se casaría, me acompañó a la clínica el día de mi inseminación artificial. Pero justo cuando estaba por elegir la muestra de esperma... ¡me la robó! En ese instante lo entendí: ella también había vuelto a vivir. En mi vida anterior, yo solo quería tener un hijo mestizo, así que decidí hacerlo por mi cuenta. Recuerdo que Sofía se burlaba de mí, diciéndome que era una tonta por querer tener un hijo de un desconocido. Lo que nadie imaginó fue lo que vino después: dos semanas más tarde terminé en la corte real. Resultó que el donante que había elegido era, nada menos, que un príncipe extranjero. No solo quiso casarse conmigo, sino que juró que nuestro hijo heredaría el trono. De repente, mi hijo y yo nos convertimos en figuras importantes de la familia real. Las joyas que me regalaban pesaban tanto que apenas podía sostenerme de pie. Mientras tanto, Sofía, tan obsesionada con sus ideas de liberación y ese afán de ir siempre contra todo, terminó metiéndose con la gente equivocada. La despidieron de su trabajo y quedó vetada de la industria. Cuando se enteró del bautizo de mi hijo, viajó desesperada para buscarme. Pero en cuanto la recibí, hizo lo impensable: empujó a mi hijo al suelo, matándolo al instante, y luego me arrojó ácido. —¿Por qué a ti te va tan bien? —gritaba—. ¡Eres una maldita desgraciada, no lo mereces! Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, estaba otra vez en el mismo día... el día en que Sofía me acompañó a la clínica.

Seberapa memalukan hukuman cambuk di Diusz? Di bawah tatapan beberapa pria kekar, rokku disingkap ke atas dengan kasar dan aku langsung dicambuk. Akan tetapi, suamiku malah bersemangat, sampai-sampai tubuh bagian bawah miliknya bereaksi. Malam itu, akhirnya aku bisa merasakan kembali kebahagiaanku yang telah lama hilang ….

Aku iri pada ibu, dia cantik seperti sekuntum bunga, disukai oleh semua pria di desa. Dia hanya perlu berbaring di ranjang setiap hari tanpa perlu bekerja, hidup dengan nyaman dan terawat. Sementara aku yang lahir darinya, justru berkulit gelap dan kurus, harus bekerja tanpa henti mengurus ladang dan pekerjaan rumah. Anak-anak desa pun sering menggangguku. Mereka bilang aku pembawa sial dan kelak pasti akan dinikahkan dengan dewa gunung, lalu mati tragis di kuilnya. Sebelum hari pernikahan tiba, aku diam-diam menukar posisi dengan ibu.

My mother-in-law got kidnapped, but my powerful husband, who ran both sides of the law, was too busy throwing a birthday bash for his old flame's dog. The kidnappers warned them they'd kill her if he didn't show up. I didn't beg him to act because, in my past life, I dragged him away from that party despite being eight months pregnant to save his mom. His old flame, who tagged along, got spotted by the kidnappers' lookout. They assaulted her and brutally killed her. Her body parts were left to be eaten by dogs. Furious, he gunned down the culprits and vanished for a month. When he returned, he never mentioned it. Then I gave birth to our son and was full of joy. But he threw me into the woods, weak and defenseless. Wild animals tore me apart, leaving nothing behind. "You were jealous of Alicia and had the kidnappers kill her?" he accused. "You don't deserve her happiness." When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day his mom got kidnapped.

Three days after his first love Mandy's death, my husband locked me in a steel cage and sank me into the ocean. "You vicious woman," he spat. "Stay here and repent to Mandy!" He didn't know I carried his child. I thrust the pregnancy confirmation toward him, but he walked away without a backward glance. Yet when he later saw my corpse—bloated and decomposing in the seawater—he went insane.

After the cruise ship strikes a hidden reef, panicked passengers shove me and Kristen Langford into the sea. My boyfriend, Elijah Jensen, is the ship's captain, so he plunges into the water. But instead of saving me, he grabs Kristen and boards the last lifeboat. I thrash and cry for help, but he slaps my hand away. "You can swim. Stop pretending for attention!" Elijah snaps. "Kristen's body temperature is dropping. I have to get her to a hospital!" The waters around me are pitch-black, and his words feel like a death sentence. When the tracking bracelet I always wear is discovered inside a shark, Elijah dives alone into shark-infested waters, searching for three days and nights. In the end, the brilliant captain who once ruled the oceans can never sail again.