My husband, Samuel Dalton, is known to be a person with a "heart of gold".

When my boss gets the bills all wrong, I launch a protest at the company while heavily pregnant. Samuel blames me for ruining my relationship with my colleagues, so he secretly returns the money to my boss.

When I get scammed by others on my way to work, I travel to all departments with the footage recorded by my dash cam so that I can take the scammers to court.

But Samuel, on the other hand, decides to settle the whole thing privately with the offenders. Not only that, but he also refuses compensation from them.

In fact, Samuel is also the first one among his siblings to move his mother, who's afflicted with dementia, into our home.

Thanks to her dementia acting up, his mom ends up killing my newborn.

I completely lose my mind on the spot. In a muddled state, I wander to the road, where I end up getting hit by a car.

Now that I'm reborn, I vow not only to file for a divorce from that crazy husband of mine, but I also want him to get a taste of his own medicine.

Dusk had fallen, and a hearty spread with a bowl of soup still steamed on the table. The door opened, revealing a familiar face.

Only then did I realize that I had been reborn. I was genuinely sick of that lunatic.

In my previous life, my mother-in-law, Charlotte Rose, suffered from dementia and screamed nonstop at home.

The neighbors accused me of abusing the elderly. I asked my husband, Samuel Dalton, to testify for me, but he only said that justice lived in people's hearts.

For months after that, everyone around us had an awful impression of me.

One time, I helped his younger sister, Riley Dalton, run an errand and got caught in a robbery. With no one else around to help, I used a sharp piece of plastic from the roadside to injure the robber and stalled until the police arrived.

The robber turned the tables and accused me of intentional assault.

When Samuel rushed over, he didn't comfort me while I was still shaken. Instead, he made a snap judgment and ordered me to apologize to the robber. "No matter what, you can't hurt someone."

Under that kind of constant psychological pressure, my reputation was ruined, and I was completely discredited.

Later on, I left our daughter, Luna Dalton, in Samuel's care. After Riley called him, he left Luna and Charlotte alone in the house. When I returned, Luna was nowhere to be seen, and a foul stench crept out from the kitchen.

As I neared the kitchen, I retched despite myself. I saw Luna's twisted face and her small hand reaching out for help. How much pain must she have been in?

I screamed until I completely lost my mind. I became deranged and was eventually killed when a speeding truck hit me.

My consciousness blurred, then returned to the present.

Samuel walked in without saying a word. During dinner, he glanced at me from time to time. In the heavy silence, he hesitated before saying, "Honey, the company messed up my performance pay. They shorted me three thousand dollars."

Things unfolded exactly the same as in my previous life. Only then did the sense of rebirth truly settle in.

When he saw that I didn't respond, he assumed I was angry. He knew my temper and tried to coax me in a half-serious way, though he was really just fanning the flames. "It's not that big a deal. I guess I'm just unlucky. I'm the only one whose performance was calculated wrong."

He stirred the mashed potatoes in his bowl. "Besides, the accountant, Kate Larson, has a tough situation at home. If her mistake comes to light, she could lose her job. She has a child to take care of."

I touched my belly and said nothing. I picked the biggest drumstick, dropped it into my bowl, and bit into it hard.

"Honey, I know you care a lot about my income. Don't give that young woman a hard time."

"Okay," I said as I stood up and wiped my mouth. "Remember to wash the dishes. I'm going to sleep."

Before I left the next morning, he looked at me with worry written all over his face. "You're really not mad, right?"

He looked like he was afraid I would storm into his company and cause trouble.

"No," I replied flatly.

Out of our shared marital assets, his savings amounted to less than 200 thousand dollars.

The very idea of all the expenses during pregnancy and after the baby arrived had left me sleepless for nights, fraying my nerves. We had fought over money more than once, yet this time I stayed composed. He took my silence as the calm before a storm.

I remembered the phrase he always said. "Wasn't it you who said to be kind to others and not worry too much about material things?"

Samuel paused for a moment. "Honey, you're really not angry?"

"She isn't having an easy time either," I said with a smile.

Two days later, he went about his usual routine after work. When he realized I truly hadn't gone after the other party, he grew a little anxious and began casually mentioning that three thousand dollars around the house.

Just as he had expected, I went down to the building where his company was located on the third day.

Samuel had a good rapport with his colleagues, and after work, small groups of people would gather around him. Kate was among them. My reputation for being sharp-tempered and fierce meant that most colleagues kept their distance, and the accountant who had miscalculated, Kate, hid behind him.

"Honey, what are you doing here?" he asked, rushing over with a panicked expression. "This is a workplace. Can we discuss things at home instead?"

Everyone's eyes shifted from my face to my belly, watching me warily.

I was heavily pregnant, and with the way people knew me, it was only natural they assumed I had come to cause trouble.

To them, Samuel was easygoing, and I was the only one who nitpicked.

"Honey, what are you talking about? I just went for my prenatal checkup and came to pick you up after work," I said.

Kate still seemed a little scared that I might cause a scene. She had only been at the company for three weeks and was newly pregnant, hoping to get maternity leave without being fired for the mistake.

Thanks to my husband, she got my contact, and from the start, she apologized repeatedly and even transferred the money to me.

When Samuel found out, he was both guilty and angry. "Why did you make it hard for poor Kate? Her family isn't well off. It's just three thousand dollars. Did you really have to scare her like that?"

At that moment, we were in the hospital. My mother-in-law, Charlotte, suddenly fainted and would soon be diagnosed with dementia.

Since he didn't bother keeping his voice down while reprimanding me, the people around glanced over as if I had acted inhumanely and taken someone's money.

"I returned it, honey," I said.

He suddenly found his words caught in his throat. "Returned it?"

I showed him the chat logs, where I had been comforting Kate the entire time.

"Don't worry. Samuel and I are not holding this against you," I had written.

Because of this, Kate had said many kind words to me at work. She accepted the money happily after I soothed her, and I told her to consider it a gift for her child.

With this chat record, the nature of the three thousand dollars changed completely. No matter what, that money could never be claimed back.

I watched quietly as he fell silent, then let out a light laugh and pushed open the hospital room door first.

Charlotte had five children—four sons and a daughter—with Samuel and Riley being the youngest. They had always been close.

They argued heatedly about which child should look after her. In a family of five, it wouldn't naturally have fallen to Samuel, but he stepped forward, insisting that I could manage the meals and massages.

His older brother, Derrick Dalton, objected. "Isn't that a bit much? Olivia is pregnant."

"She's very strong. She handles most of the heavy work at home," Samuel said.

Riley had always been close to my husband. As soon as we entered, she gently pushed me aside and affectionately looped her arm through his, praising him openly.

"Olivia is really capable," Riley said.

In my previous life, I used to think she was genuinely complimenting me, but now I realized she had always treated me like a pack mule. She had an inexplicable tendency to single me out.

Since I didn't immediately agree, she assumed I was unwilling to help, that I looked down on her mother.

"What do you mean? My mom is your mother-in-law. You wanted her to help with the kids before, and now that she's sick, you don't care at all?"

I remembered her words perfectly. "If it's a son, I'll look after him. If it's not, don't even think of asking me," she had said.

"Exactly, Olivia. We have a responsibility as her children," Samuel added.

The two of them echoed each other, and I nodded in agreement.

Charlotte suffered from severe dementia.

When Charlotte was lucid, she caused trouble constantly, but she never targeted Samuel. While I was pregnant, she even struck my stomach. She screamed nonstop whenever Samuel was at work. After I gave birth to Luna, she kept waking her repeatedly, only stopping when Samuel came home.

As I looked into her cloudy eyes, I felt the same hatred as if staring at an enemy. Luna's death had haunted me for years.

I went along with bringing her over, but only as a pretext to serve my own purposes.

Samuel gave me full control of the money, knowing I was too modest to spend it freely. I often used my pre-marriage savings to cover daily expenses while his money remained untouched.

Now, I no longer cared.

I ensured Charlotte received a constant supply of nutritious meals. Samuel watched with pity but stayed silent since the food was for his mother. I had no intention of giving her a genuinely comfortable life.

During the day, I kept her locked in her room, uncaring whether she lived or died, and only let her out when Samuel came home. Her lucid moments were few, and she could barely communicate.

Just as in my past life, Samuel had no idea of her antics at home, the screaming and chaos. This time, he also didn't know that the nutritious meals were going to me, while Charlotte spent the day locked in a room.

Having Charlotte in my home also gave Riley a convenient excuse to visit often. This apartment had been fully paid for by my parents before my marriage, and Riley treated it like her own home. Her four-year-old son bounced around like a flea.

Riley claimed she was there to spend time with her mother, but in reality, she was just freeloading, expecting me to wait on her.

I cooked up a five-course vegetable meal, and somehow three of the dishes featured pumpkin. Creamy pumpkin soup, roasted pumpkin with herbs, and a pumpkin gratin—all made from just one pumpkin.

"I finally brought my child to have a meal with mom, and you expect me to eat this?" she asked.

"If you don't like it, you don't have to eat," I replied.

After a while, she found another reason to cause trouble. She sat like a spoiled child, insisting I feed her kid.

When he refused after a few bites, I stopped. She sneered, asking what I would do when my own child was born.

I said, "Even a dog can feed itself. Your child is old enough to eat alone. Don't worry about mine. You should worry more about how he'll manage in the future."

Charlotte suddenly sprang at me, screaming insults and hitting me, while Riley laughed uncontrollably beside her. Then she turned on Riley, slapping her and calling her a good-for-nothing.

When Samuel rushed over to intervene, he got slapped twice. Riley's long nails left a deep scratch on his neck, and she panicked, pulling at his shirt to check the wound.

I frowned, watching the chaos. She cupped her brother's face in concern, asking how he had gotten hurt.

Though they were siblings, their relationship felt far too intimate and undefined to me.

I had noticed it in my previous life. When I mentioned it, I was criticized for being an only child who didn't understand sibling bonds.

But in this second life, certain subtle details still struck me as strange.