A Revenge Reborn

“Oh heavens, what misery my life has been! I lost my husband while I was still young, raised two sons all by myself, and just when I finally saw them grown and married, I hadn’t even held a grandchild yet before I was angered to death!”

Penny staggered back half a step, startled by my sudden outburst.

But in the very next second, I climbed out of the coffin and nimbly locked my arms around her legs.

“God pitied me and let me come back to life, yet my own daughter-in-law clearly never wanted me to live!”

The people who had fled earlier heard the commotion and returned to the hall, whispering among themselves.

Penny endured the pain in her leg and struggled in panic.

“Mom, what are you saying? I never wished for you to die!”

Martin, the eldest son of the Rembrandts, snapped out of his daze.

He shoved Penny aside and helped me up.

“What the hell, Penny? You were hoping Mom would die, weren’t you? Apologize to her now!”

Penny froze in place.

After a long moment, she bit her lip and forced out the words.

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

At her words, Christopher, or Chris, the younger brother, who had remained silent all along, finally spoke.

But instead of defending Felicity, or more like me, he spoke for Penny.

“Mom, you’re already pretty old… Why are you arguing with someone like Penny?

“You know how she just speaks her mind. She didn’t mean any harm.

“Stop crying already. It’s embarrassing.”

At his cruel words, I wailed even louder as I pounded the ground with all my strength.

“So now I’m an embarrassment to you, is that it? Fine! If I’m dead, I won’t shame you anymore. I’ll go ahead and die right now!

“It’s perfect. When I get to heaven, I’ll have a proper talk with your dad about how his son forgot his mother the moment he got himself a wife!”

I shook free of Martin and hurled myself toward a wooden post in the distance.

Before I could reach it, Martin grabbed me and turned to Chris in fury.

“Have you lost your mind? Do you think it was easy for Mom to raise the two of us? How could you side with an outsider?”

The color drained completely from Penny’s face.

Martin had always been Felicity’s favorite and so never spared Penny a single glance as he focused entirely on calming me down.

Chris, by contrast, looked conflicted.

Looking at him—my ex-boyfriend from my previous life—my heart filled with bitter irony.

In my past life, Penny had posted photos of me online wearing nothing but my lingerie.

The caption read: [Starting the bid at one dollar.]

When I confronted her in rage, she brushed it off with a careless remark.

“Only sluts change clothes in front of windows. If you weren’t trying to sell yourself, then what were you doing?”

Chris had not only failed to defend me but even excused Penny’s behavior.

“Penny was just trying to teach you a lesson.

“She’s always blunt. If you cut ties over something like this, people will think you’re very petty.”

In the end, Penny deleted the post.

But every day, tens of thousands of insults and obscene jokes still flooded my inbox.

At that thought, I smiled coldly and rose unhurriedly, before making my way to Chris.

Then, gathering all my strength into my palm, I slapped him across the face.

“This,” I said, “is the price you pay for siding with outsiders.”