Reborn on the Day of My Divorce, I Slapped My Trash Husband’s Two-Faced Mistress

In my previous life, I was foolish and clueless. I watched helplessly as a scheming green tea girl tore my family apart. In the end, I lost my baby and was burned alive, meeting a miserable end. After being reborn, I swore I’d work hard and make something of myself, and send my scumbag husband and that schemer as far away as possible. But for some reason, the man who once treated me like trash suddenly started showing up at my home all the time. “You said I never had time for you, so I’ve come to take you home.” Heh. I’ve come to my senses. You can’t force a melon to be sweet, so he and that schemer can stay together forever for all I care. “I’m busy. I have dates every day.” Right in front of me, the man tore up the divorce papers. “I won’t agree to a divorce. You can forget about leaving me in this lifetime.” He suddenly changed completely, fired the schemer, blocked his old flame, and took my hand, his eyes reddening. I looked down at him sidelong. “Want to make up? Then kneel for three days…”