Reborn to Ruin My Scumbag Husband

I never imagined I would be reborn three years into the past, before Kevin's family had pushed me to the brink of despair.

In my past life, the same scene unfolded on this very day. However, I didn’t have a knife at that time, so in the end, it was me who ended up beaten black and blue by Kevin and that woman. One of my hands even got fractured.

But Kevin didn’t care whether I lived or died.

Seeing that I no longer resisted, Kevin, without a second thought, wrapped his arms around the woman and led her into our bedroom, right in front of me.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to die.

In the end, I had to drag myself to the hospital. Alone, I went through the emergency room, spent a long night, and endured endless pain all by myself.

But back then, I was too weak, too blinded by love.

Later, when Kevin sobered up, he rushed to the hospital, groveling and apologizing, making all sorts of promises. And foolishly, I forgave him.

I closed my eyes, thinking about what happened in my past life. I felt like I deserved it.

In the past, when my mother-in-law fell ill, I gave up a promising career and devoted myself to taking care of her day and night.

After my mother-in-law recovered, Kevin told me that because she was getting older, we needed to prepare for having kids. So, I buried myself in housework, becoming a full-time housewife.

I did that for several years.

From a vibrant young woman to someone buried in chores, gradually turning into a tired, worn-out housewife. I even believed my mother-in-law’s words, thinking I wasn’t capable enough, that I couldn’t make money, and that I couldn’t keep my husband in check.

For years, countless nights, I waited for Kevin in despair, under the dim glow of the lights.

He was always out at various gatherings, with endless clients to entertain, and endless drinking to do. Every time he drank, he would ignore my calls and messages. Sometimes, he’d stagger back home in the middle of the night, knocking on the door, and sometimes, he wouldn’t come home at all.

I thought about divorce countless times, but I always stopped because of his remorse after sobering up.

I kept convincing myself, kept forgiving. While Kevin promised me the world, he’d move his assets around without a care.

Not only did he hide his own money, but he also mortgaged the house my family had given me.

In the end, he tricked me into borrowing from various loan sharks, claiming that he had lost money in a business deal with friends.

When we divorced, all I got was two hundred thousand in loans, and not a single penny for myself.

Meanwhile, Kevin, after pretending to be poor for a few years, moved into a luxurious mansion with a beautiful woman, living a carefree life.

It wasn’t until I found out about Kevin’s situation by accident and was later forced to death by debt collectors in a run-down, filthy apartment that I woke up.

That man wasn’t human at all, he was a wolf dressed in human skin.