Reborn To Take Revenge

The engine of the black car purred softly, and the man inside leaned slightly toward the window. Ethan’s gray eyes locked onto Anna with the sharpness of a blade.

Anna’s breath caught. In her past life, this man had only been a stranger she brushed past in the storm of her misery. But now… now she knew he was someone she could not ignore.

“Mr. Ethan,” Anna said softly, her voice calm despite her racing heart.

“You remember me,” Ethan replied. His tone was low, steady, but his eyes never wavered from her. “Last time we met, you looked very different.”

Anna’s lips curved into the faintest smile. “People change.”

His gaze lingered on her for a long moment, as if trying to read her thoughts. Then, with a slight gesture, he pushed the car door open. “Get in. I’ll give you a ride.”

Anna hesitated only for a second before sliding into the passenger seat. The scent of leather and faint cologne filled the car, strong but not suffocating. Ethan leaned back in his seat, one hand resting casually on the wheel, but his presence was overwhelming—cold, powerful, untouchable.

“Your husband,” Ethan said suddenly, “is not the man you think he is.”

Anna’s heart squeezed. In her past life, she had ignored these words. She had smiled politely, thinking Ethan was mistaken, thinking David loved her too much to betray her. But now she knew. Ethan had seen the truth before she did.

This time, she would listen.

“You don’t need to warn me,” Anna said, her voice steady. “I already know.”

Ethan’s brow lifted slightly, the only sign of his surprise. “Oh? Then what do you plan to do?”

Anna turned her head, staring out the window at the passing streets. Her reflection in the glass showed a woman who was no longer weak, no longer blind. “What I should have done a long time ago,” she whispered. “I will make them pay.”

For the first time, a flicker of something passed through Ethan’s cold eyes—interest.

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That evening, Anna dressed in a soft cream gown. David had invited her to a small business dinner with several partners. In her past life, Lisa had “accidentally” spilled red wine on her dress at this event, making her look clumsy and embarrassing her in front of everyone.

But tonight would be different.

As they arrived at the restaurant, David walked ahead, barely glancing at her. Anna followed gracefully, her every step calm and steady.

Inside, the table was filled with important men and women. Lisa was already there, dressed in a sparkling silver dress, her lips red, her eyes filled with fake sweetness. She greeted Anna warmly, leaning in for a hug.

“Anna! You look lovely tonight.”

Anna returned the smile with perfect calm. “So do you, Lisa. I almost didn’t recognize the snake under all that glitter.”

Lisa blinked, stunned. Anna’s tone was polite, her smile perfect, but her words… sharp as a knife.

Before Lisa could respond, a waiter passed by with a tray of wine glasses. Lisa’s eyes flickered. Anna remembered this moment—the deliberate stumble, the red wine spilling across her cream dress.

Lisa reached out, “accidentally” bumping the tray.

But this time, Anna was ready. She smoothly stepped aside, the glass of wine missing her by an inch. The tray tilted—straight toward Lisa instead.

Red liquid splashed across Lisa’s silver dress, staining it in ugly blotches. Gasps filled the room.

Lisa froze, her face pale. The waiter stammered apologies, but everyone’s eyes were on her.

Anna tilted her head, her voice sweet but mocking. “Oh no, Lisa… how careless of you.”

David’s face darkened, clearly irritated. Lisa forced a smile, but her hands trembled.

Inside, Anna’s heart burned with quiet satisfaction. First move, successful.

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Later, as the dinner ended, David turned to Anna. His eyes were sharp, suspicious. “You’re acting strange lately. What’s going on with you?”

Anna met his gaze, her lips curling into a soft smile. “Strange? Maybe I finally realized who I married.”

David stiffened. For the first time, Anna saw unease flicker in his eyes.

Good. Let him wonder.

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But as Anna walked outside, she felt another gaze on her.

From across the street, Lisa stood under the glow of a streetlight, her dress ruined, her face twisted with rage. And she wasn’t alone. Her phone glowed in her hand, showing a photo she had just taken—of Anna standing beside Ethan’s car earlier that day.

Lisa’s smile turned cold. “So… Anna thinks she’s clever now. We’ll see about that.”