In my last life, I was coaxed around by my little white-flowered sister, and I got divorced all at once.
It wasn't until I was about to die in a car accident that I saw my husband, the CEO, whom I regarded as my mortal enemy, rushing towards me like crazy and hugging my bloody body.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when I tore up the marriage certificate with him.
This time I tore up the divorce agreement handed over by my sister with my backhand, stuffed it into his palm with a smile on my face: "Husband, when are we going to have a baby?"
His expression froze and he asked me warily what kind of trick I was playing.
Later, I exposed my sister's hypocritical mask in public and used my past life memories to help him kill everyone in his business war.
Late at night, he pushed me against the bedside with red eyes: "Why didn't you tell me about rebirth earlier in your previous life?"
