Trent sneered and said, "Elissa, you're actually slandering me just to get a divorce. I bet you've got a lover on the side, which is why you're so eager to leave me, isn't it?

"I've suspected for a long time that you've been messing around with that security guard. If you want a divorce, fine, but don't expect to get a single penny from me."

I thought to myself, "How ridiculous."

To make me leave with nothing, he's actually turning the tables and trying to slander me."

I slapped him hard across the face.

"Trent, do you have any proof that I've cheated?

I have evidence of your affair with Haley. The child in Haley's belly is proof of your infidelity. Don't you know that even if the child isn't born yet, a DNA test can still be done?

"I'm already giving you a break by not insisting you leave with nothing, so don't push your luck."

I turned and left, ignoring Trent's furious expression.

That night, I packed my things and moved out.

Before leaving, I reminded him once more, "See you at the courthouse on the morning of the sixth."

At that time, he was busy frantically redialing Haley's number.

As I stepped out the door, I ran into two women.

One was in her twenties, the other in her fifties.

I remembered who they were.

In my previous life, they had come to my door at this exact same time.

They were the family members of the person Haley had run over.

In my previous life, the victim's mother had lost control of her emotions and rushed at me, pinning me to the ground and beating me.

At the time, I knew Haley was indeed guilty, so I didn't resist, just protecting my head.

In my previous life, Trent had stayed hidden in the room and didn't come out. Later, he told me he was wearing headphones and didn't hear what was happening outside.

This time, the victim's mother also lunged at me. She grabbed my collar, hysterically demanding, "Where is that woman?"

Seeing the situation escalate, Trent quickly shut the door.

"She hit my daughter and then just ran off, not caring whether she lived or died.

"My daughter is still lying in the hospital, and the doctors said if she had been brought in any later, she wouldn't have made it."

She raised her hand to hit me, but someone stopped her.

The person holding her back was my best friend, Cheryl Stanley.

In my previous life, she had also protected me at this very moment.

"Ma'am, please calm down. It was Haley who hit your daughter, not Elissa."

The other woman, who looked like the victim's sister, also tried to calm her mother down. "Mom, let's go back. My sister still needs us to take care of her!"

The angry woman wiped her tears and said, "For the sake of our benefactor, I'll let you off this time. But you better make sure your sister turns herself in and faces the law. She can't run forever."

She then turned to Cheryl, holding her hand. "Thank you! Thank you for saving my daughter."

After they left, I turned to Cheryl and thanked her.

"There's no need to thank me." Cheryl waved her hands.

"I'm not just thanking you for this, but also for what you did last night."

Cheryl frowned and asked, "You're the one who saved that woman's daughter! You called me to help... so why didn't you want me to tell them?"

Thanks to my memories from before, I knew that the accident happened near Cheryl's house.

In my previous life, the victim had died because she didn't receive treatment in time.

Last night, as soon as I got home, I contacted Cheryl.

I only asked her to call an ambulance and didn't want her to show up in person.

Fortunately, this time, we acted quickly, and the victim survived after a night of emergency care.

At the time, I instructed Cheryl not to tell anyone that I had asked her to call the ambulance, not even the police.

Facing Cheryl's confusion, I sighed, "It's a long story."

She glanced at the luggage in my hand and asked, "Where are you going? Back to your parents' house?"

I shook my head.

"I'm divorcing Trent!"

We found a café and sat down.

I told Cheryl about my rebirth.

After hearing the story, she was furious, cursing Trent and Haley with such intensity that it drew stares from all the people around us.

Her words brought an unexpected sense of relief to my heart.

"Do you really believe me? Aren't you afraid I made it up or that I'm just mentally unstable?" I asked, testing her.

She downed her coffee in one gulp, her eyes full of trust. "Of course, I believe you! We've been best friends for so many years. I know when you're telling the truth."

I hugged her, deeply moved.

I was incredibly grateful to have a friend who trusted me so completely, especially after my sister and husband had both betrayed me.

It was surprising how friendship had proven more reliable than either love or family.

Cheryl ordered another cup of coffee.

"So, what's your plan now?" she asked.

Without hesitation, I replied, "I'm going back to work!"

"Great! I'm all for it! I never agreed with you quitting your job to become a housewife in the first place. Trent was lucky to marry you, but he didn't even know how to appreciate it!" she said, still fuming.

Back then, I had a monthly salary of twenty thousand dollars, while Trent earned only ten thousand dollars.

Besides, my family background was far more privileged than his.

I had foolishly believed his sweet talk, giving up my well-paying job to become a full-time housewife.

Now, looking back, I deeply regretted that decision.

After the wedding, I gradually lost myself, becoming consumed by household chores.

But now, with a second chance at life, I knew I had to seize the opportunity to live as my true self.

I rented a small apartment and began scouring job listings.

I decided to return to my previous career in human resources.

However, after being out of the workforce for so long, none of my job applications received a response.

While sending out resumes, I started brushing up on my professional knowledge and catching up on industry trends.

On the morning of the sixth, Trent and I became the first couple at the courthouse to finalize our divorce.

Before signing, he arrogantly tried to make me reconsider.

"You'd better think this through. Divorced women aren't worth much."

Before I could respond, Cheryl, who had come with me, grabbed her bag and threw it at him.

"Who are you talking about? Elissa is amazing, and plenty of people would jump at the chance to be with her.

"And you? You're nothing but trash, a pollutant wherever you go!"

I couldn't help but laugh.

Even the courthouse staff couldn't suppress their amusement.

Trent's face turned an ugly shade of livid. He hurriedly signed the papers and stormed off with the divorce documents in hand.

I carefully tucked away my divorce certificate, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders.

With that toxic man out of my life, good things started happening almost immediately.

Just as I stepped out of the civil affairs office, I received a call for a job interview.

I changed into professional attire and headed to the interview with a renewed sense of purpose.

But the moment I saw the interviewer, we both froze.