Reborn to Ruin My Cheating Fiancée

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My fiance of three years slept with our 200-pound boss just to secure a promotion to Deputy Director.

They even conspired to frame me for embezzling the County Relief Fund.

Two hours before my arrest, she used our anniversary as an excuse to drug my soup. She whispered that she had learned some new tricks to reward me in bed tonight.

Blinded by love, I gulped it down. I ended up in the ICU, vegetative. The media labeled me a corrupt coward who tried to commit suicide to escape justice.

Even while I was cuffed to the hospital bed, she and the boss wouldnt let me live. They came to "visit" and pulled my oxygen plug.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my living room couch.

And familiar, heavy moans were coming from my bedroom...

"So tight... youre dripping wet..."

"Shh! Keep it down. Youll wake him up!"

"Who cares? Hes a total lightweight. I made him chug half a bottle of whiskey. He wont wake up even after we finish our morning run tomorrow!"

"You are so bad... Ah! Right there... Its too dry, use some lube..."

"Lube? With my skills? Never."

"Stop, don't slide in so hard, its making too much noise!"

"Even if I die in your bed, Im going to make sure I score every single night, baby!"

Listening to the filthy noises echoing from the bedroom, I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white.

I glanced at my phone. The screen read: *December 12, 2015.*

This was exactly two months before the county office promotion list was finalized. It was also two months before my horrific death in my previous life.

I had actually been reborn.

In my past life, Jasmine Vance wanted that Deputy Director spot so badly. She invited our boss, Marcus Stone, to our apartment, begging me to host him well. She promised me that if I behaved, she would wear a sexy uniform and give me the night of my life.

So, I spent hours cooking a feast. I even spent a months salary on a bottle of high-end Macallan. During dinner, Jasmine kept giving me looks, forcing me to toast Marcus. I was actually allergic to alcohol, but I endured the hives and drank half a bottle of whiskey with him until I blacked out.

The next morning, I woke up with a sticky, dried substance on my face. Jasmine hugged me, acting all nervous, and said, "You were so drunk last night, but you were wilder than ever." I couldn't remember anything, but I didn't doubt her. I even smiled and asked if she wanted a morning round. She blushed and said she was too sore, asking for a few days' break.

I believed her. I actually thought I had finally shown my manly side. I cleaned up and we went to work together.

At the office, we ran into Marcus. He patted my shoulder with a weird smile and said, "Jasmine is lucky to have a fianc like you, Logan. If she gets promoted, itll bring glory to your face too."

Looking back, glory? I wanted to slap myself.

Because of my stupidity, I had let a wolf into my home. I got cheated on, framed for their crimes, and died a miserable death.

Revenge. I must have my revenge. I would make this cheating couple experience a living hell.

Lying on the couch, the hangover was hitting me hard. My head spun.

I sat up and crept toward the dining table.

I kept an eye on the bedroom door, terrified they would walk out.

I zipped open Marcuss leather briefcase and pulled out his phone. I swiped the screen a few times, and it unlocked. Of courseold men always use the simplest patterns.

I needed to find evidence.

But when I opened his gallery, the blood rushed straight to my head.

My hands shook with rage. There were dozens of explicit photos of Jasmine in various scandalous poses and lingerie.

I clicked on a hidden folder. It was filled with videos.

I turned the volume to the absolute minimum and tapped one.

In the video, Jasmine looked incredibly submissive. She was kneeling on the office floor, slowly unzipping Marcuss pants with her teeth.

She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling.

Marcus had a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He grabbed her hair, brutally pushing her head down. The wet, sloppy noises practically spilled out of the screen. Her cheeks were stretched to their absolute limit.

Whenever she looked up, her eyes were filled with pure lust.

"Get on top and ride it..." Marcus ordered.

She looked at him with bedroom eyes, spat him out, pulled up her skirt, and slowly slid down onto him.

Marcus groaned, gripping her waist tightly, driving himself up and down. He pinched her chest hard, making Jasmine scream.

"We're in the office... someone might hear... ah... stop it..."

"Scream louder. I love it when youre this dirty."

At his command, she started moving even faster.

I closed the video, my knuckles turning white. They did this in his office. His office was directly above mine. That meant while I was working, they were literally screwing right above my head.

I quickly used the file-sharing feature to transfer everything to my own phone.

Hearing the muffled groans from the bedroom, I thought about the $50,000 engagement ring and the down payment on the house I bought under her name. I wanted to throw up.

I noticed a small side pocket in Marcuss bag. I reached in and pulled out an old burner phone.

In the outbox, there was only one failed SMS: *"The local specialty has been shipped."*

There was nothing else. This... was definitely a code for the embezzled money.

The battle in the bedroom was reaching a climax.

"You dirty girl, get up. Let's change locations!"

"No, hes still sleeping out there!"

"Who cares? Hes passed out like a dead pig... mmm..."

"Ah... too deep... pull out a bit..."

Hearing them move, I quickly zipped his bag, put it back, and rushed to the couch, closing my eyes to fake sleep.

A moment later, Marcus carried Jasmine out. Both of them were completely naked.

I never expected this disgusting couple to have such sick fetishes.

Marcus set Jasmine down right in front of the couch. He held her from behind, forcing her to grab the armrest. She was positioned directly in front of my face.

Marcus drove into her from behind. I had to endure this ultimate humiliation. I couldn't jump up and beat him now. If I ruined my cover, my revenge would fail. I had to make them pay the ultimate price later.

Jasmine bit her lip, trying not to make a sound, but the wet slapping noises were incredibly loud. Under Marcuss brutal thrusts, heavy tears rolled down her cheeks.

They fell, burning hot, onto my face.

Seeing her cry only made Marcus more excited. Even with my eyes squinted, I could see him gripping her waist and slamming into her.

Jasmine kept biting her lip, terrified I would wake up, but she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. But knowing I was right in front of her, she shut her eyes tight, enduring the pleasure in silence.

"Make some noise. I like hearing you."

Marcuss deep, seductive voice acted like a drug, throwing Jasmine into utter chaos.

I knew Jasmine. She was wild, and she would do anything to get what she wanted. In the past, if I didn't play along with her games, she would try every trick in the book until I gave in.

To please Marcus, she let out whimpering, cat-like moans.

Marcus, unsatisfied with her quietness, got annoyed.

"Lift your head. Look at him," Marcus whispered. He stared at me with a mix of contempt and twisted, exhibitionist satisfaction.

I purposely rolled over. The sudden movement startled them, and they froze. But they didn't leave.

I turned my back to them, squinting at the mirror on the wall. The mirror reflected Jasmine's messy hair, her flushed cheeks, and her lust-filled eyes.

While I was distracted, Marcus bit her back. Jasmine gasped, turning around to glare at him playfully, while Marcus let out a dirty laugh.

They started again, whispering filthy words that made my stomach churn. My heart felt like a block of ice.

She used to hold me like that. But now, she was filthy. Not just her body, but her soul.

I forced a loud cough, suddenly sat up, covered my mouth, and bolted to the bathroom as if I was about to throw up.

From the corner of my eye, I saw them panic, scrambling to crouch down.

I also saw Marcus's manhood instantly go soft from the fright.

After leaving the bathroom, I went straight to the bedroom. When I passed the living room, they had already scrambled into their clothes.

They pretend to care, asking if I was okay.

I ignored them, threw myself onto the bed, and pretended to fall back asleep.

They watched me for a moment, shook my shoulder to check, and then finally left the room, closing the door.

*Click.* The front door locked.

I immediately sat up, crept to the door, and pressed my ear against it.

"Its all your fault! We almost got caught!"

"What are you scared of? He didn't see anything!"

"Stop touching me. Next time, babe..."

"Then tomorrow, let's try out my new office chair. Let's see how sturdy it is!"

"You always bully me. What about my promotion? Did you handle it?"

"Don't worry, your name is definitely on the list. I already talked to the higher-ups. They know you handled *that matter* beautifully."

*That matter?* I heard it clearly. They were talking about the embezzlement of the disaster relief funds. So she was deeply involved in this too.

"Will it be official before New Year? If I don't get promoted now, the Directors daughter is starting next year, and my chances will be ruined!"

"Trust me, it's done."

"Ugh... you're soft again. Do you need to take a pill?"

"No need. Go put on some red lipstick, and let's keep going. Hahaha!"

Hearing those disgusting sounds, my hatred burned hotter.

I noticed Jasmines phone was on the nightstand. I grabbed it and started searching for evidence.

But it was completely clean. Her Snapchat, text messages, and photos were totally normal.

Sweat dripped from my forehead. Suddenly, I remembered that Android phones have a "Second Space" feature. Entering a different passcode on the lock screen opens a completely hidden interface.

I tried her password a few times. Incorrect. The phone locked for one minute. The wait was agonizing. Then, I thought of her ex-boyfriendher "first love" she always obsessed over. I typed in his birthday.

It unlocked. A completely hidden interface appeared.

I wanted to laugh, but at the same time, I felt like I had swallowed a fly.

There was a secret Snapchat account. I logged in, and boomthere were the chat logs. It was all about how she helped Marcus siphon the county relief funds. I didn't have time to read everything, so I used my phone to take photos of every single screen.

I finally had the proof.

But there was still one missing link: where did the money go? I had to find the money trail to destroy them completely.

Suddenly, urgent, sloppy kissing noises came from the living room, followed by Marcuss commanding voice: "Mmm... don't spit it out. Swallow it. Its pure protein!"

I knew they were wrapping up. I cracked the door open slightly.