My Family Faked Their Deaths to Fool Me. After My Identity Was Revoked, They Went Mad with Regret

After the college entrance exams, my parents left me behind and took their adopted daughter on a seaside vacation. Unfortunately, a typhoon hit, and all three of them perished without a trace.

When I got the news, I didn't cry or make a scene. I quickly had all three of their identities canceled, then cashed in the life insurance policies I'd bought in advance, claiming a whopping 100 million in compensation.

My fiancé cursed me out for being obsessed with money. But he didn't know that I had been reborn.

In my previous life, when I learned that my parents and adopted sister had died, I cried until I passed out several times. Not only did I willingly take on their enormous debts, I also gave up my chance to go to college and worked to pay them off, saving our ancestral home from the debt collectors who coveted it.

Throughout that time, my fiancé stayed by my side and encouraged me. He cheered me on when I came home late after delivering food, but never gave me a penny to help.

By the time I was thirty-five, I'd paid off the debts at the cost of ruining my health. I looked as old and worn out as someone nearing the end of their life.

On my birthday, I bought myself a ten-yuan mini cake to celebrate. Just as I was about to blow out the candles, the door swung open.

My parents and adopted sister, who should have perished in the typhoon, walked in wearing designer clothes and looking arrogant. They smiled down at me condescendingly.