Chapter 1My Mother Ruined My Life – But I’m Reborn To Save My Dad!

When my dad walked in on my mom cheating, he beat her so badly she was barely recognizable. I had to pull him off her to save her from worse.

Later, she and her lover, Mark Ellis, poisoned my dad. Fearing the truth would come out, she locked me up, broke my limbs, and stitched my mouth shut so I couldn’t make a sound.

Right before I died, I learned my brother Travis had taken out a million-dollar loan using my social security number. My family thrived off my name and money.

Then, I opened my eyes—I was back on the day my mom got caught.

Seeing that familiar scene, I felt my lips curl up into a smile.

Go on, Dad. Hit her harder. She deserves it.

“Linda Grant, have you any idea how I’ve treated you all these years? Since Diana was born, I’ve wanted you to live comfortably, so I covered all our expenses myself.”

“And when Travis was born, I treated you like a queen. But look at you—you went and cheated!”

“How dare you?!”

With that, my dad raised the baseball bat and swung it toward my mom.

Right then, I instinctively raised my arm, moved my legs, realizing that my body was whole and unharmed.

I touched my lips; no cracked wounds or rows of stitches… I had been reborn.

Travis’s face turned ghostly white as he grabbed my hand, voice choked with tears. “Diana, go stop Dad. If he keeps going, Mom will die!”

Hearing that, my mom shot me a pleading look. Her body was bruised and bloody, her eyes were red, and blood was trickling from the corner of her mouth.

“Diana, your dad listens to you. I promise I’ll never do it again!”

“It’s all that bastard Mark’s fault. He lured me in, and I just lost control for a minute!”

Even though I’d already died once, their pleas felt like being stabbed, each word a knife twisting in my flesh.

In my last life, this had happened, too.

My mom kept begging for mercy, and I softened, asking my dad again and again to give her another chance.

I had no idea that, while she pretended to be the devoted wife, she was plotting with Mark to poison my dad’s food. They had him cremated while I wasn’t home.

Later, she even had the audacity to marry Mark, calling herself a “single mom with two kids” who “needed a man to help around the house.”

One night, I overheard them talking and finally learned the truth. My dad hadn’t died of a heart attack; they’d killed him, slowly and deliberately.

I tried to pretend I didn’t know and sought a way to get revenge, but I knocked over a decoration in the process, tipping her off.

Afraid I’d go to the police, my mom and Mark tied me to my bed. They broke my arms and legs so I couldn’t escape and sewed my mouth shut so I couldn’t speak.

In desperation, I pinned my hopes on my brother, Travis.

But what I never dreamed was that he would mockingly hold up my ID and say, “Sis, you ever heard of debt mules?”

“I checked. You have a clean record and can take out over a million. Consider it your contribution to the family.”

Then he lifted my chin, his smile as cold as it was cruel. “Oh, and by the way, I’m not even John Grant’s son. You’ll be joining your dead father real soon.”

Remembering that brought a bead of sweat to my forehead. My open hand clenched into a fist.

Last time, they killed my father and me in cold blood.

This time, I’m making them pay.