In my past life, my gambling-addict husband cheated me out of all our assets and drove me to jump from a building. Reborn on the day of the demolition, I immediately asked for a divorce.
The fat man who had been kneeling before me, weeping and begging, suddenly seemed like a different person.
His eyes were sharp as knives, he lost ten kilos overnight, and he dealt with my past-life creditors in a snap.
Then one day, he pinned me against a wall. “Xiaowu, I know you hate me.”
“But the person you hate has a different soul inside.”
I was stunned.
Had the business tycoon who held all the power in my past life transmigrated into my useless husband?
The day he knelt to apologize, I thought it was all an act. Then he said with red-rimmed eyes,
“The ending you met in your previous life was the last thing I saw before I died.”
“This time, let me be good to you.”
Both leads are reborn, and the male lead transmigrates into another body.
Face-slapping the scumbags without delay, and a groveling ex who really does win her back.
He said he’d come to repay his debt, but in the end, he devoted his whole life to making mine better.
