In my previous life, I defied my family and insisted on marrying a man who pretended to be successful while living off his wife. In the end, he and his family drained my parents dry, he ruined my brother’s company, and our whole family met a tragic end. As I lay dying, he had his arm around his mistress and sneered at me: “You and your whole family were nothing but stepping stones to my success.”
To my surprise, when I woke up, our whole family had been reborn, back on the day I first brought that man home. I was just about to let loose, but then I saw my parents and brother drop to their knees in front of me. “Sweetie, please, don’t marry him! We can’t bear to go through that misery again!”
I froze. So they remembered too. Looking at my parents and brother, all in tears, my heart ached, but I smiled. This time, we were prepared. Our family acted just as warmly toward him as before, even treating him better than we had in our previous life. We lavished him with praise until his ambition swelled beyond measure.
Just as he thought he was about to marry a beautiful, rich woman, seize our family fortune, and reach the pinnacle of success, our family joined forces and delivered a complete bundle of evidence of his and his greedy relatives’ crimes to the police. On the day the police took him away, our whole family was celebrating with champagne in the courtyard, toasting our long-delayed new beginning. This time, we personally laid that “stepping stone” of ours into the walls of his prison cell.
