My husband fell into a mountain of debt after being scammed. He got down on his knees, begging me to sleep with his creditor to clear his name. "I’m your wife, Carter! And you’re asking me to sell my body?" In my past life, when Carter first suggested this, I was so shocked and disgusted that I slapped him across the face and demanded a divorce. But that very night, he drugged my drink. He carried me to Wyatt's bed with his own hands, where I was tortured to death. Reborn into this life, I didn't slap him. Instead, I wrapped my arms tightly around him, sobbing. "Oh, Carter... I'll do anything for you. Anything!" Carter didn't have a college degree, but he had always seemed kind and honest. That was exactly why I fell for him. He was gentle, attentive, and always put me first. I thought he was the perfect partner, even if he wasn't rich. We had been together for three years. I never could have guessed those three years would end with him trying to trade my body. Carter knelt on the hardwood floor, clutching my legs, tears streaming down his face. "Babe, it's not like that. It's not selling you. Think of it as a temporary thing to save us. Just this once, please. Once Wyatt gets what he wants, he’ll wipe out the debt. We won't have to live in fear anymore..." In my previous life, after I demanded a divorce, Carter cried and snot poured down his face as he begged for forgiveness. He swore he had just lost his mind for a second. He promised he’d never say such disgusting things again and begged me not to leave him when he was at rock bottom. Looking at our one-year-old baby, Leo, crying in his crib, my heart softened. I stayed. But that soft heart paved my road to hell. After Wyatt tortured me to death, Carter didn’t even shed a tear. He made a deal with Wyatt, and together they threw my body into an illegal dog-fighting ring to let the hounds destroy the evidence. And Leo, my sweet little boy, was thrown into an industrial meat grinder by those two monsters, turned into nothing but a bloody mess.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the exact night my husband knelt before me. I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. Forcing down the burning hatred and nausea rising in my throat, I trembled as I hugged him back. "Carter, I love you. I'll do whatever it takes to help you!" A man who could stand by and watch his own infant son be slaughtered was never going to let me live. So, in this life, I’m going to make sure these monsters rot in hell.
"Fiona? Seriously?!" His crocodile tears stopped instantly. Carter let out a gasp of pure excitement. But he quickly caught himself. He held my face in his hands, putting on his best act of a deeply devoted, tormented husband. "Babe, are you really willing to do this with Wyatt? Back in college, he..." I sobbed, burying my face in his shoulder. "Carter, for you, for our family, I’ll give up everything." But Carter suddenly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. His dull, fish-like eyes turned cold and vicious, like a viper watching its prey. "Oh? Really?" My heart squeezed. Cold sweat broke out across my back. I had to play this perfectly. I gritted my teeth, summoned every ounce of my strength, and slapped him hard across the face. His head snapped to the side. Before he could react, I turned to the vanity table. With a sweep of my arm, I knocked all my makeup bottles and perfume onto the floor. They shattered with loud, sharp crashes. I stomped my feet, pounding the table and screaming at the top of my lungs. "If you hadn’t been stupid enough to let Wyatt scam you, would we even be in this mess?! And now you’re doubting me? What do you think I am? Do you think I’m some desperate slut who can’t wait to crawl into the bed of the guy who tried to rape me in college?!" "I’m sorry, Fiona! Please, don’t be mad. It’s my fault, it’s all my fault." Carter rushed up behind me, pinning my flailing arms to my sides. After a few minutes of screaming, I gradually quieted down. I could feel his body trembling against mine—not with fear, but with excitement. Ha. The urge to vomit grew stronger. I had almost forgotten. This violent, hysterical reaction was exactly what a normal woman would do upon hearing such a disgusting proposal. That was the only way to make him believe me. Once Carter managed to calm me down, I went to the bathroom to put on my makeup and get dressed. He sat at the edge of the bed, staring at me without blinking. He looked like a rabid dog drooling over a juicy bone. Even when I went to the bathroom, he stood right outside the door, refusing to leave me out of his sight for even a second. He still didn't trust me. We were husband and wife. Why was he so obsessed with seeing me destroyed? But it didn't matter. Someone who has already died once doesn't care about the 'why.' I just wanted both of them to suffer a fate worse than death. After putting on a tight, elegant dress, I did a slow spin in front of him. "Babe, honestly... you didn't have to dress up so pretty for him," Carter said. I looked up. In his eyes, I saw a bizarre mixture of emotions—jealousy, disgust, and deep, dark hatred. He was acting jealous now? What a pathetic hypocrite. "Carter—" I took a panicked step forward and threw myself onto my knees at his feet, grabbing his jeans. "Carter, you don’t actually want me to go, do you? I won't go! Let's not do this, please! We can pay off the debt together. We can sell the house, I can work three jobs... I’ll do anything, just please don’t make me go!" The moment I mentioned selling the house and paying the debt, Carter's face twisted. "Fiona, how could I be mad at you? I know you're doing this for me. You're doing this to save our family."
Sitting in the passenger seat, I watched the familiar streets flash by. It was the exact same route from my past life. Maybe I should have looked terrified. After all, Wyatt had gone to prison during our senior year of college because of me. He had tried to rape me back then, and he failed. Now that he was out, it made sense he wanted revenge. In the beginning of this mess, I didn't know Carter's "business partner" was Wyatt. By the time I found out, it was already too late. Actually, "too late" wasn't the right word. Even though the future had been a mystery to me, the moment Carter suggested I sleep with his creditor, I should have realized he wanted me dead. In my last life, Carter hadn't given me a lethal dose of the drug. But that wasn't out of mercy. It was because Wyatt didn't want to sleep with an unconscious corpse. I had been fully awake but completely paralyzed in the passenger seat, staring helplessly out the window, praying for Carter to have a sudden change of heart. But he didn't. Ignoring my silent, tearful pleas, he carried me into the hotel room and threw me onto Wyatt's bed. "Fiona, you're really doing this for me, right?" The brakes slammed hard. The seatbelt locked, digging painfully into my chest. Startled, I turned to look at him. Carter was slowly turning his neck toward me, his movements stiff and unnatural. "You're sleeping with Wyatt... just for me?" His face was shadowed in the darkness of the car. His lips curled into a bizarre, unnatural straight line that was half-smile, half-grimace. It was that creepy, unfamiliar feeling again. For a split second, I wondered if this man was truly the same sweet, submissive husband I had known for three years. Could he be reborn, too? Or had I simply never known who Carter really was? I could have easily run away with Leo the moment I woke up in this timeline. But would Wyatt really let us go? Could I really hide in a place where they’d never find us? Besides, why should my baby and I be the ones to run and live in fear after what they did to us? Instead of running like a coward, I chose to fight. I was going to get justice for my past self and my baby! I wanted them to feel every single ounce of pain they inflicted on us! With that thought, a cold wave of calm washed over me. "What is that supposed to mean?" I sat up straight, glaring back at him with a coldness that matched his own. "Would you be happier if I refused? If I fought back?" "Who's to say you wouldn't just drug me in the middle of the night anyway and drag me to his bed yourself?" Silence. A heavy, suffocating silence filled the car. I couldn't see Carter’s expression, but the air felt thick with invisible needles, ready to pierce me the second I took a breath. I stayed silent, my hand gripping my purse so hard my veins bulged. After what felt like an eternity, Carter let out a forced, nervous chuckle. "B-Babe, what are you talking about?" "How could I ever do something like that?" "You're my wife. If you really didn't want to, I would never force you..." The tension in my chest eased slightly, replaced by a surge of pure contempt. I cut him off, my voice ice-cold. "Great. Let’s turn the car around and go home right now." Carter froze. "Carter, you don’t love me at all, do you?" Leaving those words hanging in the air, I grabbed the hotel key card from the center console, opened the door, and walked straight into the lobby. --- ### Carter’s POV 1. This is my second rebirth. But this time, Fiona actually agreed to the plan without a fight. I knew it. I knew it from the very beginning. Fiona is a lying, cheating whore. A total slut! 2. In our very first life, I chose her over Wyatt’s threats. And how did she repay me? She stripped naked and willingly rode Wyatt right on our living room couch, right in front of my face! And while she was moaning in his arms, she laughed and told me the truth—that our son, Leo, wasn't even mine! That wasn't even the end of it. Once they were done, they didn’t let me go. They dragged me to an illegal dog-fighting yard and watched as the hounds tore me to pieces! 3. Maybe God couldn't stand watching such evil go unpunished, because He gave me a second chance. In that second life, I told Fiona about Wyatt's demand. Fiona slapped me and demanded a divorce. What a joke! She was still trying to act innocent! Fortunately, I already knew her true, filthy colors. I’ve spent my whole life pretending to be someone I'm not. How else could a top-tier college graduate like Fiona fall for a high school dropout who spent his days playing video games in internet cafes and working dead-end restaurant jobs? I pretended to apologize, calmed her down, and then slipped a small dose of roofies into her drink. Just enough to paralyze her, but keep her fully conscious. I wanted her to feel every second of what was coming. Though, based on what happened in our first life, she was probably thrilled to be back in Wyatt's bed anyway. But I wasn't going to let her enjoy it for free. After I got caught up in Wyatt's debt trap, I did some digging on him. The guy was a cartel-affiliated thug and a heavy drug addict. With a little extra dose of drugs slipped into Wyatt's drink, I figured they would both go straight to hell together. But bad guys always live longer. Wyatt survived. Only Fiona died, slowly tortured to death. But that was enough. She deserved it for betraying me and trying to kill me. When Wyatt threatened me to help him clean up the body, I pretended to be terrified. But inside, I was ecstatic. The junkyard! The industrial meat grinder! I watched her and that little bastard child she had with another man turn into dog food! 4. But I don't understand. I already got my revenge. Why did I wake up back on the night of the proposal again? Even worse, my mind was fully conscious, but my body felt like it was on autopilot, forcing me to say the exact same lines from the previous timeline. Thankfully, the moment Fiona agreed to go to Wyatt, that strange, invisible force vanished, and I regained control of my body. But while I was furious that she had dropped her act so easily, a chilling realization hit me. If my first rebirth was for revenge, what is this one for? Was there some crucial piece of information I had missed? It wasn't until I parked in front of the hotel, and Fiona, shrouded in the shadows, brought up exactly what I had done to her in the previous life. *Is she reborn, too?!* My throat instantly went dry. It felt like a massive spider had crawled up my leg, slowly making its way up to my neck, biting down hard on my windpipe. By the time I found my voice, my skin was covered in goosebumps. If she really remembers everything... No... I leaped out of the car and sprinted into the hotel lobby. "Sir! Are you checking in or looking for someone?" the receptionist called out, blocking my path. "The woman who just walked in—she’s my wife!" I had a terrible, sinking feeling in my chest. If I didn't stop her right now, something horrific was going to happen to me. I shoved the receptionist aside and lunged for the elevator. But just as my fingers were about to touch the call button, three security guards tackled me from behind, dragging me away. "Sir, we need to see your ID and register you first!" "Wait! Fiona—!" I watched in horror as the elevator doors slid shut. Fiona stood inside, looking at me with a twisted, chilling smile before she vanished from sight.
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