Chapter 1Reborn to Ruin My Ex

In my past life, I was in excruciating pain giving birth, yet my husband had the nerve to make a fuss about the doctor being male?

After being reborn, I kicked Jake right in his manhood.

Then I called 911. This time, he'd never be able to have children again.

The day I went into the operating room to give birth, my husband Jake started causing a scene because the surgeon was male.

The nurse tried to explain urgently: "Sir, your wife's condition is critical. We need to operate immediately, or both mother and child could die. All our female surgeons are busy with other operations right now."

Jake ignored her and started beating up the male doctor: "You pervert! No one but me is allowed to see my wife's body!"

My clothes were soaked with sweat from the pain. I struggled to speak: "Honey, please let them do the surgery. I can't hold on much longer."

Jake's eyes were bloodshot: "I never expected you to be such an immoral woman. Let me make this clear - if you let another man see you, I won't accept you anymore."

Hearing this, I felt a surge of anger, then everything went black.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to when Jake and I first got together.

Even seeing Jake in front of me, it still felt surreal.

Jake and I started dating in our freshman year of college. I was actually the one who pursued him.

To be honest, Jake was average looking, average height, and didn't have much going for him. But back then, I was drawn to his arrogant attitude. I ignored all the better guys chasing me and went after him instead.

Blinded by love, I gave up my life as a rich girl to struggle alongside him, eating nothing but plain bread every day.

I even hid my wealthy background to avoid hurting his pride.

I thought I was being so noble, unlike those materialistic girls.

Looking back now, I just want to slap myself!

Jake noticed me staring at him and frowned: "Rachel, can you stop staring at men all the time? It makes you look loose and improper."

Hearing those familiar words, I felt a surge of anger.

In my past life, I was brainless enough to let him manipulate me like that. But I've already died once - why would I listen to his bullshit again?

To hell with being "loose"!

I frowned back at him: "Jake, can you stop calling a girl loose all the time? It makes you sound like a total jerk!"

Jake's expression darkened.

From when I first started chasing him until now, I had never talked back to him once.

He came from a rural area, but his mindset was still backwards and chauvinistic.

Jake was clearly angry, and started lecturing me again: "Rachel, I'm with you because I thought you were different from those sluts who show off their bodies. A woman should know her place - be a good wife and mother. I didn't expect you to be just like them after all."

Hah!

I laughed coldly inside.

He sounded so righteous, but I had caught him ogling other girls' long legs on campus more than once.

But I still apologized meekly. When his expression softened a bit as he decided to magnanimously forgive me, I seized the opportunity: "To make it up to you, let me treat you to a meal!"

He nodded in agreement.

Since we had only been together a short while, he had no idea about my financial situation. He probably thought I was just going to treat him to an $8 bowl of noodles in the cafeteria.

But when I hailed a taxi and brought him to an upscale restaurant, he didn't even have the courage to go inside.

"This is ridiculous! Rachel, do you know how much a meal here costs? We're just ordinary students, can't you be more down-to-earth? Don't expect me to pay if you can't afford it! I'm telling you now, I absolutely won't cover for you!"

I wasn't bothered by his words. I just put on a shocked and confused expression: "It's not that expensive here. I eat here all the time."

Seeing his increasingly dark face, I asked innocently: "Where do you usually eat?"

Jake clearly didn't believe me and kept making sarcastic remarks.

Until we went inside and a waiter greeted me warmly: "Welcome back, Miss Wilson!"

I gave Jake a pitiful look: "See? I wasn't lying to you."

I confidently led the way to a window seat.

Jake was visibly uncomfortable, not knowing where to put his hands. But he still tried to maintain his usual aloof attitude.

I knew that on the surface he was trying to act calm, but inside he was panicking.

I handed him the menu, pretending to be eager to please: "Take a look and see what you'd like to eat."

Jake's eyes widened at the expensive prices, but he coldly pushed the menu back to me, trying to act cool: "None of these dishes look appetizing to me."

I didn't insist and ordered a bunch of my favorite dishes, all very strongly flavored.

I knew Jake preferred bland food. In my past life, I had given up my own tastes to cater to his.

This time, I absolutely wouldn't.

When the food arrived, I dug in with gusto.

Jake looked displeased: "Rachel, you should ask your guest what they like instead of just ordering what you want. It's very impolite."

"But I asked you to order and you didn't!"

Jake was speechless after being called out like that. Seeing him at a loss for words delighted me.

Watching me eat so heartily, he unconsciously swallowed and sneaked glances at me while clumsily trying to cut his steak with a knife and fork.

He was actually doing it correctly by imitating others, but I deliberately gave him a hesitant look.

He became very uncomfortable under my gaze, probably feeling quite tormented inside.

But his pride and insecurity made him lash out: "Rachel, didn't I tell you not to stare at men? It's slutty."

I lowered my head with a complex expression and stopped looking at him, then started enjoying my delicious meal.

He must be in turmoil inside now, desperately wondering what he did wrong.

Let him stew in it!