Turn Around and Start Anew

My husband's ex, Sarah Miller, once ditched him to chase a rich guy.

When she came back, she was crippled, dragging along two scrawny kids.

The day I found out I was pregnant, Jake Carter demanded a divorce.

"Sarah is too weak to manage alone, and her kids need someone. I've got to step up," he said.

I nodded calmly and went straight to the hospital for an abortion.

In my past life, I fought to keep the baby and refused the divorce, even exposing Sarah's dirty secrets to the world.

Her reputation was ruined. She became a pariah, and eventually, she took her kids and ended it all.

In her blood-soaked suicide note, she blamed me for driving her to despair. Thus, Jake hated me to the core.

He hired thugs to assault me, posted the video online, and spread lies that I was a cheater. In the end, he threw me and our child into the sea.

As I died, he snarled, "This is what you get for killing Sarah!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day he demanded a divorce.

This time, I agreed on the spot.

Jake was thrilled, dreaming of winning Sarah back.

What he didn't know was that, in my past life, I uncovered why Sarah was dumped.

Her private life was a mess, and she caught AIDS.

The nurse wheeled me back to my room, reminding me, "You're weak and need to rest properly."

I nodded. "Thanks."

Once the door clicked shut, I grabbed my phone from under the pillow and called my mom.

"I'm getting divorced. I'll be home in three days," I said.

"Did Jake hurt you?" she asked. "I'm coming for him."

Unwilling to upset her, I lied, "No. I just want a fresh start."

"Honey, I've got your back," she said. "No matter what happens, we will be there for you."

I hung up, and my tears poured out.

Five years ago, Jake Carter saved me from some creeps. I fell hard for him and insisted on being with him against my parents' wishes.

They didn't like him, but they treated him like family for my sake.

But after I died in my past life, he had my parents kidnapped. He whipped them, burned them with irons, and eventually set them on fire. He even stole their company.

If I hadn't fallen for him, they wouldn't have suffered such a brutal end.

This time, I wouldn't let the tragedy repeat.

...

Back at the villa, I headed to the bedroom and started packing.

The door slammed open, and Jake's mother stormed in.

Linda Carter snapped, "You filthy tramp! Pregnant with some bastard, and you dare show your face? You should be locked in a cage. Jake is cursed to have married you. Get out of my house!"

I gaped at her, unsure what was going on. "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Don't call me that. You're a disgrace, and everyone knows it," she growled, throwing her phone at me.

On the screen was Jake's divorce announcement.

[Due to Johanna Burton's infidelity and pregnancy, I have ended our marriage.]

There was even a video of me with some random guy in bed. The comments were vicious, condemning me without a trial.

I couldn't believe he would fake a video to ruin me and clear the way for Sarah.

"It's fake. He's framing me," I shouted.

Linda sneered, "You shameless liar! Still denying it?"