After My Daughter’s Tragic Death, I Was Reborn to Crush Them All

Getting married to my adoptive brother by accident and spending eight years with him marked the beginning of all the pain in my life.

Clutching my daughter’s ashes, I looked at the scumbag’s illegitimate son sprawled unconscious on the floor.

As I lit the lighter in a room filled with gasoline, I curled my lips into a bitter smile. “I just wanted him to taste some of the pain my daughter went through.”

When I opened my eyes, I was back on that ill-fated night eight years ago.

The scumbag accused me of drugging him to marry up. I recorded evidence of him forcing himself on me and ruined his reputation.

And the woman who caused my daughter’s death, I would make her pay in blood.

But the scumbag’s cousin smiled when he caught me taking revenge with my own hands.

He closed the door with a gentlemanly air. “Go get some rest. I’ll take care of the rest.”