Reborn After My Adopted Daughter Took Everything from Me, I Had Triplets

In my previous life, my husband and I spent twenty years as a childless couple.

At forty, on a whim, I adopted an eight-year-old girl from an orphanage.

I changed her household registration, bought a home in a good school district, hired the best tutors, and signed her up for the most expensive extracurricular classes.

Then, when I was fifty-five, she stood in court with a psychiatric evaluation in her hands.

She claimed that my husband and I had Alzheimer's and applied to become our legal guardian.

The judge gave her control over all the assets in my name.

We were sent to a nursing home in the suburbs that didn't even have heating.

She drove my car, lived in my villa, and held her wedding in my garden.

One winter, when he was sixty, my husband died in the nursing home's hallway.

I never even got to see him one last time.

Six months later, I died too.

As I closed my eyes, hatred burned through my insides.

When I opened them again,

I was holding a pen, with an adoption agreement spread out in front of me.

The adoptee's name was written clearly on the agreement.

Zhou Wanwan.