My husband won five million in the lottery. That same day, he brought his mistress home.

He demanded a divorce and told me to get out without a cent.

When I refused, he drugged me. He hired five men, and they filmed it all.

The video went viral. I became the whore while he played the heartbroken, betrayed husband.

The scandal gave my father a heart attack. I watched Derek kick his medication across the floor.

His hired thugs tortured me to death.

When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day he left to buy the winning ticket.


I watched Derek heading for the door. "Honey, I'm coming with you."

He looked at me, confused. "Why?"

Feigning a pout, I hooked my arm through his.

On this exact day in my previous life, he bought a lottery ticket that won the $5 million jackpot.

That same evening, he brought his mistress into our home and demanded a divorce.

When I refused to leave, he used the vilest methods to destroy my reputation.

On my birthday, he pretended he wanted to reconcile. He tricked me into drinking whiskey.

The drink was drugged with aphrodisiacs. As I grew disoriented, he led me into a room.

Five men wearing animal masks waited inside, holding various toys.

"Not bad for an older chick!"

"Who's going first?"

The men traded crude jokes over my broken sobs. Soon they gagged me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, despair washing over me as hot tears of shame tracked down my face.

The horror deepened when the video surfaced online.

Shot from specific angles and brutally edited, it made me look like a willing participant.

A storm of online abuse came crashing down. I became the target of every vile insult, while Derek played the role of the pitiful, betrayed husband to perfection.

Extreme users tracked down our address. They smashed our windows and pounded on our door with midnight threats.

I sank into severe depression, trapped inside home, terrified to go out.

My father went to confront Derek, only to find him making out with his mistress in public.

The sight was too much for my dad's weak heart. He collapsed on the spot, consumed by rage.

Instead of helping, Derek kicked my father's emergency medication into a storm drain.

I never got to say goodbye.

I grabbed a knife, determined to make Derek pay. But his thugs disarmed me and threw me into the basement.

"It would've been easier if you'd just agreed to the divorce," Derek said coldly. "Scarlett's pregnant. I can't have my child born a bastard."

I spat in his face. "I'll haunt you from my grave!

Wiping the spit from his jacket, he smirked. "You? Get revenge? Don't make me laugh."

Then he turned to his men. "She's all yours. Have fun."

The door slammed shut, sealing my fate.

After my death, Derek and his mistress lived a life of luxury with their newborn son.

My case was closed as a depression-related suicide.

I never become a ghost.

Instead, I woke up reborn.

This time, I'll make them pay for everything!




I slipped my hand through Derek's arm, gazing up at him sweetly.

"?promised my followers I'd buy some lottery tickets for a giveaway. They all say I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful husband. They want to share in my good fortune."

As a minor influencer, I'd carefully crafted the image of a perfect marriage for my audience.

The reality was... different.

Before Derek could respond, I added, "I already had Scarlett bring the car around. The three of us can go together."

At the mention of Scarlett's name, his expression shifted instantly.

I knew. Today was his anniversary with his mistress. They'd planned to celebrate together, and I was crashing their precious date.

Feigning innocence, I continued, "ou're so gentle, thoughtful, and loyal. Being married to you is truly the greatest honor."

Hearing me praise, his expression softened into a proud smile.

"In that case, you'd better hold on to me tightly. Don't give any other woman a chance, alright?"

A wave of nausea washed over me.

How could I have been so blind in my past life? He was a gold-digger who genuinely believed he was a coveted prize.

Just as we reached the curb, Scarlett pulled up in her car.

"Ava, Derek, hop in."

Scarlett was wearing a red, deep V-neck dress today, her ample chest drawing all attention.

It looked like Scarlett had put a lot of effort into their anniversary.

In my previous life, I only found out right before I died that Derek and Scarlett weren't cousins, as he claimed, but his lovers.

Scarlett was sexy, fiery, and knew how to charm men. Taking her out probably boosted Derek's ego immensely.

I was a career woman, a boss. At home, he was a freeloader around me, but only with Scarlett could he feel like a man again.

He even recommended his "cousin" Scarlett when I needed to hire an assistant for my busy job.

I remembered how he used to come to my company frequently to bring me coffee.

Turns out, he wasn't coming to see me at all. He was coming to see Scarlett.

Such blatant cheating! I was truly blind in my last life!

And at this moment, Derek was staring at Scarlett as if he wanted to rip her dress off.

I feigned jealousy. "Honey, you're staring at Scarlett like that. People might think you two are a couple."

My words made a flicker of panic flash in both their eyes.

Scarlett waved her hands frantically. "Ava, don't joke around. Derek's my cousin!"

"Is he?"

My gaze lingered between the two of them, my tone flat, as I stepped into the car.