The Housekeeper's Claim

No matter what, since heaven had given me a second chance at life, I absolutely could not allow the tragedy of my previous life to repeat itself.

I returned to the bedroom and began ordering small home surveillance cameras online.

In my previous life, when Megan first came to work in our home as a housekeeper, I had wanted to install cameras, but Daniel felt it would be disrespectful to someone living under our roof.

Thinking back on it now, it was precisely because of our kindness that we had walked step by step into her trap.

The question that had plagued me, the one I couldn't grasp even as I died, suddenly returned, despite all my careful preparations.

How could the child she was carrying be Daniel's?

After we got married, Daniel and I started trying for a baby, but no matter how long we tried, I never got pregnant. It was only after going to the hospital for tests that we learned he had azoospermia.

The doctor had been blunt. Daniel could not have children at all. Even IVF had no chance of success. He felt deeply guilty toward me and wanted a divorce.

Nevertheless, over all those years, our relationship had been good. We had never even had a real argument.

I refused to divorce him. After all, life is long, and the one who stays by your side is your partner, not a child.

That was why, when Megan reported him online in my previous life, I did not take it seriously.

Daniel felt the same way. He believed he had done nothing wrong and even turned around to comfort me, telling me not to be angry.

We thought she had gone crazy trying to extort money.

Who would have thought that she would swear over and over again that the child was his? She even went to do a paternity test.

When the results came out, both Daniel and I were stunned.

The child's biological father was Daniel.

With such powerful evidence placed in front of everyone, the police came directly to our home and, in full view of the public, handcuffed him and took him away. Just like that, Daniel was sued and taken to court.

On the day of the trial, Megan invited dozens of media reporters and online influencers.

The judge ruled that Daniel was guilty of rape and sentenced him to seven years in prison.

After the verdict, she stood outside the courthouse, crying bitterly in front of the cameras. "I always believed that bad people would never escape the punishment of the law. Thank you all for supporting me. I will continue living, no matter what!"

That was not all.

She publicly played the victim even harder, tearfully recounting her suffering to the reporters. She claimed we were a perverted couple who treated her like a breeding machine, beat her, and kept her confined in our home.

Daniel was left utterly defenseless and sent to prison.

As the wife who had helped evil thrive, I was also swallowed by online abuse.

People blocked our front door and poured filth there. Every day, I received death threats.

Daniel was expelled from the university overnight, becoming a symbol of hypocrisy in a suit and tie. His students were ashamed of him.

On the very day the verdict was announced, I was fired from my company. I was even forced to give up the home I had lived in for ten years as compensation to her.

In the end, I also met a miserable death in the street, with no one coming to my aid.

When I recalled the agony and despair I felt just before dying in my previous life, my entire body still trembled, as if I had fallen into an icy abyss.

Sometimes, I even wondered if she had stolen a used condom from Daniel and used it for IVF.

But... that was impossible because even the doctor had said Daniel had azoospermia. The odds of success were slim even with IVF.

Furthermore, it was not as though we had never tried over the years. Every attempt had ended in failure.

At dinner, Megan bustled in and out of the kitchen.

I watched her carefully. This middle-aged, thickset woman weighed over 300 pounds. Even if she were pregnant, it was impossible to tell.

Daniel was away on a business trip, attending an academic conference. He did not come home that day.

Taking advantage of the empty house, I went online and found a very well-known private investigator, Marco Hale. I asked him to look into her background.

Facing the battle ahead, I needed to gather every piece of evidence that could work in my favor.