In the last second before I died in a car accident, I saw my husband, whom I had loved for years, holding my stepsister and smiling as he tossed my life-saving medicine into the river.
“Once she’s dead, all the family wealth will be ours.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was eighteen, and none of the tragedies had happened yet.
This time, I clenched my fists, my eyes cold.
You scumbags owe me, and I’ll make you pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold!
