Reborn: This Time, I'll Let You Rot

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During the fifth year of our marriage, I went back to Ethans family home with him for the Christmas holidays.

That night, blood-curdling screams echoed from Chloes bedroom upstairs.

Ethan wanted to rush up and help, but I held him back. The next morning, Chloe was dead.

After the funeral, Chloes husband run me over with his car, leaving me paralyzed.

But Ethan refused to press charges. He told me, "If you hadn't stopped me, Chloe wouldn't have died."

Once we got home, he hooked up with our live-in housekeeper, leaving me to starve to death in the dusty guest room.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the exact night Ethan wanted to go upstairs and help Chloe.

This time, he rushed in, beat the man up, got thrown into jail, and was sued for two million dollars.

clinging to the prison bars, he wept and screamed at me, "Why didn't you stop me?!"

"Maya, what the hell is your problem with Chloe? It was bad enough you rolled your eyes at the dinner table, but now youre blocking the door and won't let me go check on her? What is wrong with you?"

Ethans angry voice buzzed in my ears, accompanied by Chloes begging and screaming from upstairs.

Hearing those all-too-familiar words, my eyes went wide. My hands shook as I tapped my phone screen to wake it up.

When I saw the date and time on the screen, tears of pure relief almost spilled over.

"Maya! Im talking to you! Are you even listening?"

Ethan was still rambling. Only then did I realize my hand was tightly gripping his wrist, preventing him from leaving the room.

Coming back to my senses, I immediately let go of him and stared deep into his eyes.

"Go ahead. I won't stop you."

The moment I released him, Ethan couldn't wait to fling the door open and sprint toward Chloes bedroom upstairs.

Very soon, shouting and screaming erupted from above. Ethans voice cursing out his brother-in-law, Garrett, was exceptionally loud.

Remembering the events of my past life, I let out a cold laugh. I grabbed my coat, slipped it on, took my phone, and walked out of Chloes house.

The moment I stepped outside, the freezing wind hit my face, and heavy snow was falling. Walking through the fresh snow, I took a long, deep breath.

Then came a wave of pure ecstasy.

I had actually traveled back in time.

I was reborn, back to the night Chloe was still alive.

In my past life, before dinner, I had accidentally overheard Chloe and Garrett whispering in the hallway.

I knew they were putting on a dramatic show to scam Ethan out of his money.

That was why I had stopped Ethan from going upstairs.

But I never expected Garrett to go so far. In a fit of rage, he actually beat Chloe to death.

From that day on, Ethan treated me like garbage.

He blamed Chloes death entirely on me. He not only cheated on me with our housekeeper, but he also refused to let the police go after Garrett after Garrett ran me over with his car.

Ethan dragged my paralyzed body back home and locked me in the dusty guest room, leaving me to rot.

Because of my paralysis, I couldn't even sit up. He never brought me a single scrap of food, clearly intending to starve me to death.

When the hunger became unbearable, I tore pieces of the bedsheets and stuffed them into my mouth, causing my stomach to bleed.

Later on, the housekeeper, Hailey, would come in frequentlybut only to humiliate me.

I would never forget how she dangled a chicken drumstick in front of my face, mocking me as I crawled like a dog on the floor, only to turn around and throw it to her dog.

That dog was just as vicious as its owner. It used my paralyzed legs as chew toys.

My thighs were covered in bloody holes from its teeth. Because of the filth, my wounds festered and rotted, but no one cared.

Eventually, they went on a vacation, leaving me locked in the house to starve to death.

Before I died, I stared out the window with pure hatred, swearing that if I ever got a second chance, I would destroy every single one of them.

By some miracle, God gave me that second chance.

Maybe because I had starved to death in my previous life, my stomach was currently throbbing with a dull ache, screaming for food.

As for how Chloe was going to scam Ethan, I didn't want to think about it for now. Filling my stomach was my top priority.

By the time I calmed down, my Uber had arrived.

I got in and told the driver to head straight to a late-night diner. The moment the hot soup touched my tongue, tears rolled down my face. I swallowed my tears along with the food, feeling a deep, aching sorrow.

It hadn't actually been that long, but to me, it felt like a lifetime. I had almost forgotten what real food tasted like.

After I finished eating, my phone lit up. The caller ID showed "Husband."

I pressed decline without hesitation and immediately blocked Ethans number.

There was no point in trying to save a fool destined for hell. This time, I wasn't going to ruin my own life for him. Didn't he blame me?

Fine. I would let him see the true face of his beloved family.

With a full stomach, I took an Uber back to our suburban villa.

Ethan and I had started a mid-sized tech company together years ago, and we were quite wealthy.

Because of work, we had delayed having children. I was finally ready to start a family this year, but the baby I had hoped for was lost in that horrific car accident.

Back then, I screamed at Ethan for being heartless, asking how he could not care about his own child.

But he had just wrapped his arm around Haileys waist, stroked her belly, and told me he didn't care about any child of mine. He said he had been looking for a way to get rid of me anyway.

Thinking of this, I gently touched my lower abdomen, my expression turning cold.

I unlocked the front door of our house, only to be startled by a sharp, aggressive bark. Staring at the familiar dog, the shadow of my past life instantly suffocated me.

My eyes turned red with instinctual fear. Seeing me freeze, the housekeeper, Hailey, quickly grabbed the dogs muzzle and looked at me apologetically. "Mrs. Miller, I'm so sorry! Lucky didn't mean to..."

Once her hand gripped its muzzle, the dog instantly became docile, wagging its tail to please Hailey.

This dog lived in my house, ate the food I bought, yet always bared its teeth at me. People say you can tame any dog, but in my experience, some beasts are just born rotten.

"Get that dog out of here. It is never allowed inside my house again. And youyou're fired. Pack your things and leave tomorrow morning. Ill contact the agency for a replacement."

I composed myself and fired Hailey on the spot.

"Mrs. Miller! Please!" she cried, realizing I wasn't joking. Tears pooled in her eyes, but underneath, I could see her burning resentment. "My grandmother is still in the hospital, and your family is the only one willing to pay me this much. If I did something wrong, just tell me! Please don't fire me!"

"Oh, I know," I said, offering her a sweet, gentle smile. Just as she was about to sigh in relief, I added, "But what does that have to do with me?"

"You're a housekeeper, but you act like you're the mistress of this house. You're lazy and useless. I don't need someone like you here." In my past life, because I knew her family was struggling, I turned a blind eye to her laziness. Whenever she upset me, Ethan would defend her, telling me to be more understanding.

And how did she repay my kindness? She seduced my husband and tortured me when I was paralyzed.

Now that I was back, there was no way in hell I would keep this snake in my house. I was done being nice.

This time, I, Maya, would only live for myself. Being soft-hearted to others is just being cruel to yourself.

"Mrs. Miller, I..."

Haileys face went pale. Tears finally spilled over as she looked anxiously behind me, searching for someone.

I chuckled and stepped aside, showing her the empty hallway. Haileys body trembled as she spoke defiantly.

"Ethan isn't back yet? He's the one who hired me. You don't have the right to fire me on your own."

"Is that so? But Im the one who signs your paychecks. Do you still think I don't have the right?"

Ignoring her pale face, I pulled out my phone and called the housekeeping agency, explaining the situation. Within minutes, Haileys phone rang.

"Hailey! What the hell did you do?" her managers voice boomed through the receiver. "The client just filed a formal complaint and terminated your contract! Get your ass back to the office, grab your final check, and get lost!"

Haileys face completely drained of color.

"I understand, sir," she whispered.

After hanging up, she glared at me, her eyes filled with self-righteous anger. "Mrs. Miller, you are being horrible! When Ethan finds out, he will never forgive you!"

I laughed out loud. It was hilarious how confident she was. She honestly believed Ethan would play the hero and punish me for her.

"And who are you to him that he would care about your forgiveness?"

I sneered. She seemed to realize something, panicked, and ran out of the villa.

"Woof! Woof!"

The dog tried to chase after her, but the moment its paws touched the freezing snow outside, it whimpered and shrank back. Even then, it turned around to bare its teeth at me.

I scoffed and called estate security to throw the dog out of the gated community.

Even though it whined and scratched at the door, I felt absolutely nothing. Its owner was Hailey. What did its life have to do with me? Honestly, if it weren't against the law to abuse animals, I would have had it put down myself.

Once the tension left my body, a wave of exhaustion hit me. I yawned and went upstairs to sleep.

The next morning, the doorbell rang violently.

I opened the door to find Chloe standing there, her face bruised and swollen, covered in a thin layer of snow. She was shivering uncontrollably.

The moment she saw me, she began to scream, "Are you deaf? Ive been knocking forever! Were you trying to freeze me to death?"

I didn't answer. She scowled, looking at me as if I had committed some unforgivable sin.

"Maya, why did you leave Ethan behind and run off by yourself yesterday? Didn't you know we were in the middle of a fight?"

"Yeah, I knew. But Ethan and I were fighting too. Is it not normal for me to leave when I'm angry?"

I took a bite of my toast. In the corner of the ceiling, the security cameras red light blinked silently.

"Ethan beat up Garrett. Garrett is demanding two million dollars to drop the charges, otherwise, Ethan is going to prison! Give me the money, now!"

Chloe pushed past me, walked into my living room, and started eating the fruit on the counter as if she owned the place.

"Chloe, Ethan got into that fight because of you. Instead of helping your own brother, youre letting your husband lock him up just so you can squeeze two million dollars out of me? Do I look like an idiot to you?"