My husband had a vasectomy three years ago, yet I got pregnant.
I was branded an adulteress, cursed by my millions of followers, and subjected to online harassment by strangers,
while my husband held me and said, "I don't blame you. I'm willing to stand against the whole world for you."
I believed him. Filled with guilt, I did as he asked and transferred ownership of the company to him.
In the end, he had my baby cut out of me on the operating table. I died there, losing both my life and my money.
Holding my young assistant, my husband did not forget to say one last thing to my corpse:
"This is what you owe her."
I knew that the woman he meant was definitely not the one in his arms.
It took me two rebirths to understand the truth.
Now I have been reborn for the third and final time.
I have returned to the night I was drugged and framed for getting pregnant...
