Back to Life: Their Regret, My Revenge

I moved out of the house and went to live by the farmer's market in town. The folk there gossiped less, and I had better privacy.

I happened to see Avery and Timothy when I left the house that day.

I had wanted to avoid them, but they blocked my way. Timothy grinned at me, saying, "Didn't you look down on me because of my impotence? I've recovered now, but you will never ever be able to marry me in this lifetime. I only love Avery, after all. Women like you don't deserve me!"

Avery blushed as she lightly smacked Timothy's chest. "Hush, don't talk about these things in public! What will we do if my sister gets jealous and tries to steal you away from me again? Oh, I nearly forgot. Amelia's no longer my sister at this point."

I ignored the couple, though I did find Timothy's recovery strange. He couldn't have recovered that fast. After all, I'd been the one who had gotten him his cure in our previous life. He couldn't have figured it out on his own!

I couldn't help but say, "Don't come crying to me when your impotence comes back after the drug's effects wear off. Who knows, you might suffer some terrible side effects!"

Timothy grew angry in an instant. "For god's sake, Amelia. I was still your husband in our previous life! Why do you have to curse me like this? I shouldn't have listened to Avery during the wedding. I should've just locked you in the basement and starved you to death. That way you'll stop ruining our lives!"

I rolled my eyes at Timothy. I really was casting pearls before swine at this point. He wasn't going to obtain the actual cure, so I thought to just reveal the truth to him. "I'm not going to waste my time squabbling with you. I'll just tell you then—"

Timothy suddenly hunched over and cupped his private parts before I could finish speaking. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

Avery hurriedly cried out, "What's wrong, sweetheart? Oh, please be okay!"

A taxi that happened to drive past came to a stop when the driver saw Timothy's dire state. The driver then swiftly drove Timothy to the hospital.

Avery insisted that I was the cause of Timothy's symptoms. She dragged me to the hospital and demanded I pay for all his medical fees.

"If anything happens to Timothy, I'll make sure you suffer dire consequences!" Avery cried.

I had only gone to the hospital out of curiosity about what would happen next.

The doctor soon finished checking up on Timothy. He seemed hesitant to speak about Timothy's condition with us.

Avery was pacing around anxiously. "Tell me what's happened to Timothy, doctor! Did he fall ill because Amelia here made him upset? She'll pay however much is necessary to treat Timothy!"

Timothy glared at me from the hospital bed, unable to move. "I won't let you off easy, you bitch!"

I couldn't help but snicker. I then pretended to be oblivious and asked the doctor, "Sir, the patient isn't completely impotent now, is he?"