Reborn, I Take Revenge on My Ungrateful Husband

In my sophomore year, I used my family’s connections to get Nikolas an internship at the best hospital, providing him with a top-notch education.

But he resented me for wounding his pride, opposing me at every turn.

Later, I was involved in a car accident, and to protect him, I became paralyzed.

As my consciousness faded, he told me the accident was no accident – it had been orchestrated!

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to the day his mother knelt, begging my family to sponsor his education.

Nikolas sneered in disgust, “I don’t want a penny of their money!”

“Alright, how noble,” I applauded.

Let’s see how far Nikolas Shepherd, the rebel, would go without the top-tier hospital internship.

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I was reborn on the day Nikolas Shepherd’s mother knelt, begging my family to sponsor his education.

The pain of being burned alive still seemed to gnaw at my heart, but in the next moment, Nikolas’s furious shout snapped me back to reality.

“Mom, are you insane? How could you beg them? He’s the one who got Dad killed!”

I saw the madness in Nikolas’s face, and my entire body trembled in fear.

The disgust in his eyes was so obvious – how had I not noticed it in my previous life?

Nikolas’s father had died in an accident while saving my father. To repay them, my family not only gave them a huge compensation but also offered to sponsor Nikolas’s education.

Initially, my father was worried that sending Nikolas to a prestigious school would make him spoiled, so he didn’t plan on transferring him.

But I begged relentlessly.

After transferring, I not only took care of his living expenses but also spent time tutoring him every day.

With my help, his grades quickly rose to the top ten in the class.

But instead of being grateful, he hated me for wounding his pride. He spread rumors about me at school and grew close to one of the worst students in our school.

When I told his mother about it, she threatened to cut ties with him unless he broke off contact with that girl and spent one day a week at my house studying.

I finally got what I wanted – more time with him – but he sneered, “If it weren’t for your family’s dirty money, I wouldn’t even look at you.”

After we graduated from college, Nikolas became one of the country’s top surgeons, no longer needing anyone’s support.

I took the initiative to have my parents arrange our marriage.

When my mother fell ill, Nikolas was her surgeon.

I thought everything would be fine, but his actions led to her death.

At the time, I couldn’t understand how such a simple surgery could go wrong, but now I know that Nikolas had sabotaged it.

He hated me; he hated my entire family.

Later, while on a trip, we were involved in a car accident.

I protected him instinctively and ended up paralyzed.

Even as bedsores covered my body, he refused to hire a nurse for me.

What was worse was that he loosened the gas valve while our daughter was out.

When the house went up in flames, he stood outside, laughing maniacally. “Does it hurt? This is how I felt at that snobby school, living in hell because of you!

“Ha! You’re so stupid. You didn’t even know the accident was my doing, and you still protected me.”

As I neared death, he shouted, “Annie Saunders, don’t bother pretending to help me in the next life!”

I couldn’t understand – why had my kindness led to this?

I wanted to question him, but the smoke choked me, and I couldn’t get a word out.

The flames consumed my flesh inch by inch.

I gripped the bedsheets, staring at the ceiling in despair.

If I had another chance, I would never agree to let Nikolas transfer schools.

He didn’t deserve it!

“Don’t be ridiculous! If it weren’t for her father, you wouldn’t have made it this far!” His mother’s voice was filled with fury.

“Mom, can’t you see they never saw us as equals? Why are you begging them? What’s so great about a fancy school? Who cares about education? I’ll drop out and work to support us!”

Watching him rage like that, my heart grew cold. All the time, effort, and resources my parents had poured into him meant nothing to him.

“We…”

Nikolas didn’t get to finish his sentence before the sharp sound of a slap echoed through the room.

He held his face, staring at his mother in disbelief, clenching his teeth. “I don’t need their charity!”

“So noble of you,” I clapped. “If that’s the case, I won’t transfer either!”

Nikolas looked stunned, staring at me in confusion before his expression twisted back into the familiar look of disgust.

I smirked at him.

After all, no matter where I went, I could do well academically. In my previous life, it was Mrs. Shepherd, Nikolas’s mother, who convinced me that Nikolas needed a top-tier education to have a future. I hadn’t cared about transferring schools.

Now, it was Mrs. Shepherd who was panicking.