The first thing I did after being reborn was to cancel my husband and his family's household registration, effectively erasing their legal existence. In my previous life, shortly after I married my husband, my mother-in-law announced she was pregnant. A few months later, she gave birth to a girl. I had no children of my own, so I treated this little sister-in-law like my own daughter. But tragedy struck when my husband and his parents went on a trip and were all killed in a car accident. Before he died, my husband left a final wish: that I raise his little sister into adulthood. Devastated, I agreed immediately. I took her in and raised her as a single mother, never remarrying. Finally, when she turned thirty, she became the youngest female CEO in the company's history. At her inauguration ceremony, my husband and in-laws, who had supposedly been dead for years, suddenly appeared. It turned out they had faked their deaths just to trick me into raising the child. And my "sister-in-law" wasn't my in-laws' child at all, but my husband's illegitimate daughter with his first love. "I didn't expect you to raise my daughter so well. Now that I'm back, you, the outsider, can leave." Enraged, I rushed forward to demand justice, only to be pushed down the stairs by my husband. The girl I had raised with my own hands watched coldly, showing no hesitation in returning to her "real" family. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the car accident. 1 "Hello, is this the family of Mr. Mark Reynolds? Your family members have been in a car accident and are being resuscitated at our hospital. Please come immediately." A familiar voice came from the phone. My heart clenched, disbelief washing over me. "Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? Mrs. Reynolds, your husband and his parents were in a car accident. You need to come to the hospital now!" The person on the other end urged, anxious at my silence. I looked at the phone, finally confirming it—I had been reborn. "I'm not. You have the wrong number." I calmed myself and spoke coldly. The person on the other end choked on their words, tried to say something, but then hung up. I let out a breath. In my past life, hearing this news sent me rushing to the hospital, only to find my in-laws covered in white sheets and my husband, Mark, clinging to his last breath. Now I realize, his "last breath" act was just to deliver his final wish, binding me to widowhood forever. Just as memories of my past life flooded back, a car screeched to a halt beside me. My parents jumped out. "What are you doing? Something happened to your family, don't you know? Get in the car, we're going to the hospital!" Mark had a backup plan. Even if I didn't go, he would contact my parents to ensure his scheme worked. It seemed I had to go. I feigned shock. "You got a call too? Could it be a scam? How could a whole family of three get into an accident at the same time?" My parents, frantic a moment ago, paused. Right. What are the odds of a whole family getting into an accident simultaneously? That would be incredibly unlucky. I thought for a moment and said, "How about this? You guys go home first. I'll go to the hospital and check. If it's true, I'll call you." My parents nodded, finding my logic sound. Relieved, they gave me a few instructions and left. I hailed a taxi to the hospital. As soon as I entered, a nurse grabbed my arm. "You're finally here! The patients are fading fast. Go in quickly, say whatever you need to say!" I walked in. Three beds. Two covered in white sheets—my in-laws. On the third lay a weak-looking Mark. Seeing me, his expression turned annoyed. "Why are you so late? I almost didn't make it." "Honey, are you okay? Mom and Dad..." 2 I didn't play along. Instead, I turned to lift the sheets covering my in-laws, wanting to see if they were truly dead. Mark immediately stopped me, terrified I'd discover their fake deaths. "Don't touch them! Mom and Dad are gone. You, their daughter-in-law, didn't even see them one last time. Are you going to disturb their peace now?" The nurse who had found me outside also stepped in, blocking my way. "Exactly. I called you so many times, and you ignored them. Now you want to disturb the deceased? You are heartless." Mark raised a hand to stop the nurse, coughing weakly. "It's too late for that now." "Sarah, I only have one worry left. Can you promise me?" "After I'm gone, my only sister, Lily, will be alone in this world. You are her only family left. You must raise her. As her sister-in-law, it's your responsibility!" Hearing his commanding tone, I rolled my eyes internally. In my last life, just months after marrying Mark, his mother back in their hometown suddenly announced she was eight months pregnant and about to give birth. Though angry, it was too late for an abortion. I had to accept this little sister-in-law. Later, the accident happened. Mark left his final wish, asking me to care for Lily as my own daughter. Grief-stricken and confused, I agreed immediately. With a child in tow, remarriage was off the table. I focused everything on Lily. I treated her like my own, giving her the best of everything, even depleting my savings. When she got sick and needed expensive treatment, I borrowed from loan sharks. To repay them, I worked day and night, sleeping only three or four hours. Luckily, Lily was capable. Under my guidance, she got into a top university, joined a multinational company, and became a CEO before thirty. At her inauguration, the "dead" Reynolds family resurrected, revealing it was all Mark's plan. And Lily wasn't my in-laws' child, but Mark's illegitimate daughter with his first love. Calculating the timeline, he had rekindled his romance with her right after marrying me. I was furious enough to vomit blood, yet the daughter I raised called him "Dad" without hesitation, ignoring my years of sacrifice. I rushed Mark, only to be pushed down the stairs to my death. Thinking of this, I wanted to stab all three of them. Make them truly dead. "Honey, Lily is your parents' child. What business does a sister-in-law have raising her? If people think she's mine, it'll ruin my future." 3 Mark hadn't expected me to say that. Forgetting his act, he sat bolt upright. "Sarah, are you human? I'm not even dead yet, and you're thinking about a second spring?" "I'm your husband. Lily is my sister, your sister. You have to raise her!" I sneered. "Dream on. Once you die, we have no relationship. Your sister is an orphan. She should go to foster care." "You dare! Is foster care a place for humans?" Seeing my cold demeanor, Mark softened his tone, pleading, "Wife, I'm dying. This is my last wish. Do you want me to die with regrets?" My eyes darted around, and I suddenly "remembered" something. "Wait a minute. Honey, what about the driver? He hit you all; shouldn't he pay damages?" In my last life, grief blinded me to compensation. Not this time. "Driver... I don't know. Maybe a hit-and-run. I'm dying, I can't worry about that. I can only entrust Lily to you." I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. "No way. Hit-and-run means jail and compensation. I'm calling the police now!" Mark panicked. A police investigation would expose their fake deaths. "Cough! Cough, cough!" He coughed violently, biting his tongue to spit blood. The nurse immediately pushed me out, snatching my phone to stop the call. As soon as I was in the hallway, Lily ran over, hugging my legs. "Auntie Sarah, Auntie Sarah." I looked down at her. She was only two, in a princess dress, but I felt no affection. Obviously, Mark sent her to distract me. A moment later, the nurse came out. "I'm sorry, your husband has passed. My condolences." "The driver has been found. Follow me." She led me to an office where a middle-aged man stood holding a bank card. Since there was no accident, this man must be another actor Mark hired. Seeing me, he dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, I fell asleep at the wheel. I hit your family. I have elderly parents and young kids, please don't call the police!" "Good people have good karma. Miss, please, I'll give you all my money. Please don't call the police. I'm begging you!" This actor was dedicated. He was just doing a job, no point in making it hard for him. But it was negotiation time. I grabbed his collar, shaking him. "Give me back my husband! You ruined my family, you must go to jail!" "No amount of money will bring him back!" "This is all I have. Please, give me a way out. I really have no more money. My sick mother and kids are waiting for me!" I acted unyielding, phone ready to dial. The actor stopped me. "I'll go sell my house right now. All the money is yours. Please let me go." That's more like it. I put down the phone. "One hour. Or I call the cops." The actor left to consult Mark. Soon he returned. "There's $50,000 in these two cards. It's really all I have." I wasn't greedy. I took the cards and left with Lily. Leaving the hospital, I went straight to the records office and cancelled their household registrations. Since they wanted to play dead, I'd help them disappear completely. The Reynolds family sure had guts, dumping a child on me. Fine. I won't disappoint them. 4 With the $50,000, my life was quite comfortable. But I wasn't ungrateful. With money, I didn't neglect the child's education. I sent her to the best international schools, enrolled her in various classes, and sent her abroad for college. Fortunately, the child was capable. Top of her class domestically, holding her own against elites abroad. When she returned, I arranged a position for her in my company. In this life, with money, I had secured a place for myself. With my paving the way and her own efforts, achieving her past life's success was easy. At the inauguration, I sat in the front row, watching my adopted daughter tearfully thank me for my support. I smiled, mentally counting down. Mark should be appearing soon. As expected, just as Lily (now named Sophia) was about to thank the most important person in her life, a familiar voice rang out from the door. "Wait! My dear daughter, shouldn't the person you thank most be me?" We all looked. Mark and my former in-laws walked in, heads held high. Despite giving me the $50,000, they seemed to have lived well. "Sophia, remember me? I'm your dad." Mark stepped forward, eager to claim her. Sophia frowned. "Who are you? My dad died years ago. Don't claim relations randomly." Mark got more excited. "Yes, I was in a car accident years ago, almost died. The doctors saved me, but I lost my memory. I just remembered recently and came to find you immediately." "These are your grandparents. They raised you. You might not remember me, but surely you remember them." Sophia looked confused. "Grandparents? Security! Get these crazy people out!" Seeing Sophia's resistance, my ex-in-laws looked heartbroken, glaring at me viciously. "Sarah! How did you raise the child? We are her grandparents! How could you teach her not to recognize us?" I sneered, walking up to Mark. "Didn't you say Sophia was your sister? How is she your daughter now?" Mark didn't seem afraid. Instead, he looked smug. " would you have raised her if I didn't say that?" "I'll tell you the truth. Sophia is my child with Jasmine. My biological daughter. I lost my memory, and Jasmine took care of me. If you know what's good for you, get lost." Watching his smug face, I laughed internally. He still thought I was the doormat from my past life. Sophia was an ungrateful wolf. Why would she stand with me like the Sophia on stage? "I think the one who should get lost is you. Watch your mouth when talking to my mom!" Sophia stood in front of me, glaring at Mark. "What are you to bark at my mom?" "I'm your father! Sophia, how can you not recognize me?!" He then turned to glare at me. "What did you tell my daughter?! How can she not recognize me? You vicious woman, this is my daughter! What good does ruining our relationship do you?" I rolled my eyes. "Who ruined your relationship?" "Then why doesn't she recognize me?!" I spread my hands. "Because she's not your daughter."
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