On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband gave me a pair of red high heels.

In this life, I didn't go to confront his secretary. Instead, I calmly threw away the gift and sent back a divorce agreement.

But the secretary showed up to make troubles, not seeing my anger. She muttered in confusion, "This plot is wrong."

It turned out that she was also reborn.

I took the slap she threw at me with my hand, saying coldly, "You two don't mind each other's dirty souls! What a perfect match you are! You will surely be together forever."

1

The air was exploding in my lungs, and I couldn't breathe in or out.

The heart in my chest beat wildly, and then suddenly stopped, like a carnival before the curtain call.

I sat up abruptly, everything in front of my eyes blurry.

Only a little bit of scarlet stimulated the vision and gradually brought back consciousness.

Inside the opened gift box was a pair of red high heels.

I sat there dumbfounded, unable to calm down for a long time.

I had actually been reborn.

After calming down, I threw the gift box into the trash and contacted a lawyer to help me draft a divorce agreement.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the master bedroom door.

A delicate female voice sounded outside the door, "Dan's document was left in the bedroom. I'm here to get it."

After a moment of freezing, I looked at the card in the gift box-"Dear Yola".

The woman outside the door was called Yola Cotton.

She was the secretary of my husband Dan Johnson.

It suddenly dawned on me that without the master's permission, the secretary could not get the key and would not dare to knock on the door so arrogantly.

I opened the door and said coldly, "You are a secretary, not a maid. Such things can be done by having someone run errands."

"That is a confidential document and can only be handled by the person Dan trusts the most!"

She was irritating me, but I refused to make any response.

Yola gritted her teeth and continued to provoke. "Mrs. Johnson, today is the tenth anniversary of you and Mr. Johnson. Haven't you received a gift yet?"

I replied calmly, "Is it today? I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me. You are such a competent secretary. Gift? I accidentally threw it away. Please apologize to Dan for me."

She stared at me in disbelief, turning around and whispering, "No, it shouldn't be like this."

Yola suddenly realized and stomped her feet, "Joan Hunter, are you deliberately humiliating me? You old hag, just wait for your turn to pack up and be evicted!"

With my hand, I stopped the slap she gave me.

"You are the only one who treats a scumbag as treasure. You two don't mind each other's dirty souls. What a perfect match you are! You will surely be together forever."

Every word caught Yola by surprise, so she left in anger.

In my previous life, I didn't want to believe that Dan would cheat on me, and I thought that it was Yola who deliberately sent the wrong gift to provoke me.

Then I lost all my mind and rushed to their company.

I wanted all people to know that she seduced a married man.

We pushed and shoved each other and rolled down the stairs together.

Dan walked towards us with a gloomy face.

I stared at him aggrievedly, but he stepped over me and helped Yola up.

As I woke up slowly, I heard Dan chatting with his friends outside the hospital ward, "I didn't help her on purpose. It takes a little suffering to learn her lesson. Later I have to see the scene that she's trying not to cry. It's so annoying!"

There was a hint of boasting in his tone.

His wife of ten years and his cheating mistress had been fighting each other violently. How popular and charming Dan was!

Unfortunately, he didn't know that I had lost the child I had been hoping for in my belly for ten years.

And the amniotic fluid embolism caused by miscarriage would soon take my life.

Yola hit her head on the sharp edge of the stairs and was sent to the ICU in a coma.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment when I received the anniversary gift.

I guessed that in our previous life, Yola didn't survive in the ICU and was also reborn with resentment.

Unfortunately, after living two lives, she was still willing to be a man's accessory.

A man who doesn't respect himself will always be a rotten one.

Of course I chose to bless them be together forever.

In this life, I wanted to find back the lost self.

2

"Happy 10th anniversary, my darling!"

I woke up from my dream with a sweet smell of perfume lingering in my nose.

The clock showed two o'clock, and the anniversary had long passed.

I didn't hesitate, and just said, "Dan, you have received the agreement, when are you going to handle the formalities?"

The hand that was reaching under the hem of my pajamas paused.

Soon he smiled again, "Joan, please! Yola didn't send the wrong package on purpose. Look, I brought the gift back to you personally."

He took out an exquisite gift box.

When I opened it, there was another pair of red high heels.

Dan said confidently, "It's my fault for not explaining it clearly. I will make up the gift to you in few days."

Yola was an intern at Johnson's company.

Her admiration for Dan was well known to everyone.

Dan did not avoid her admiration and transferred Yola to be his secretary.

He had been harassed by young girls before.

But he behaved himself under control at that time, and those girls had a sense of propriety, so naturally there was no further stories between them.

But Yola was different. She was able to prepare gifts for the elders and host family banquets for Dan. Even the anniversary gift for me had to be checked by her.

Dan took my silence as forgiveness and started to try to make conversation.

"Joan, don't go to my mother's 60th birthday party. You are too impulsive. I'm afraid it will turn out like last time."

I clutched the corner of the quilt, shaking with anger.

Last year, at my mother-in-law's birthday party, she humiliated me in front of everyone, saying that I had tarnished their family's reputation, and that the reason I couldn't get pregnant was because I had ruined my body due to promiscuity.

I couldn't help but make a few excuses, but my father-in-law got furious and kicked me out.

Dan didn't speak up for me.

I thought he had difficulties speaking out, but in the end he accused me of being impulsive.

I glanced at the ultrasound report on the bedside table, turning my back to him and saying, "I didn't have time to move out yesterday, and I thought you wouldn't come back. I'll leave at dawn, just in time to make room for Yola. She's young and healthy, so giving birth to many children in one pregnancy is not a dream."

"Joan, don't be so shameless! It's just a gift, does it really disturb you?"

I pointed at the lip marks on his collar and said, "I helped you out of kindness, why are you still angry?"

He slammed the door in anger and left, leaving with the words, "Joan, I have never owed you anything. It's just because you can't get pregnant!"

Every word seemed to suggest that I should face reality and admit my mistakes and apologize.

Ten years ago, he married me despite the opposition of his whole family.

Ten years later, his family became an excuse to reject me.

Unfortunately, this time, I wouldn't beg for peace humbly anymore.

A good beginning does not equal a good ending.

We met on a dark and secluded path.

"Your mother is worth 800 dollars, so 200 dollars is enough for you, my girl!"

I was harassed by a hooligan who spoke humiliating words to me and threw 200 dollars in my face.

When I was about to be dragged into the woods, Dan unexpectedly appeared and stood in front of me like a guardian angel.

"This is my girlfriend, get out of here!"

He shook his fist, shouting loudly.

He was so scared that his legs were shaking, but he still tried to act like a hero.

I shrank into his tall shadow, smiling shyly.

3

From then on, I had a follower.

Dan picked me up from school every day and insisted on watching me enter the house.

He gave me expensive and beautiful clothes, lying to me that they were cheap goods.

He anonymously gave my family a huge sum of money, which enabled us to escape the days of humiliation for survival.

Just when I was moved wildly, I heard someone gossiping, "The young master of the Johnson family was bewitched by a young bitch and fell in love with the bitch who is like a pile of garbage in the quagmire."

My inferiority complex made me desperately avoid Dan and cut off all contact with him.

It wasn't until my gambling father was in debt again and was ready to sell me to a brothel to pay off his debts.

Dan unexpectedly appeared again.

That time he was seriously injured.

Seeing that the matter had escalated, the debt collector fled in a hurry.

I didn't know where I got the strength from, but I carried him on my back and rushed to the hospital.

Tears mixed with blood splattered on the ground.

The doctor joked, "You two young lovers have such a good relationship. The girlfriend cried even more sadly than the injured boyfriend."

Dan blushed slightly, "I'm not her boyfriend yet, but it's only temporary."

He didn't say the latter sentence.

I added in a low voice, "Maybe soon."

After the doctor left, we both sat side by side on the bed.

His slightly warm body temperature penetrated into my heart along with his blood.

Dan was the first to break the silence, his words a little clumsy, "Joan, don't worry, if you are in danger, I will definitely stand in front of you."

I timidly told him about my life. With a father who was addicted to gambling and a mother in high heels who lived on prostitution, I was born of humble parentage.

I was afraid that he would give up after he knew my family situation, and I was even more afraid that he would regret it in the future.

I also told him that what my mom hated most was seeing me cry.

Every time I cried, she would scold me, "I even sold myself for you, and I still have to laugh with others every day. You are in no position to shed tears when you are comfortably at home!"

I raised my head with tearful eyes and looked at Dan, "You won't make me cry in the future, right? Hmm..."

The boy used his immature actions to stop my anxiety and tears.

Dan used all his wealth to pay off my father's debts in exchange for my freedom.

His parents threatened us to break up by severing their kindred relationship.

We were penniless during those years, but we wandered around the nation and remained loyal to each other.

It made me think that we would hold hands with our love and grow old together.

"Congratulations on your wish coming true. The baby is healthy."

The doctor's blessing interrupted my memories. The baby's heartbeat was amplified through the stethoscope, hitting my heart like a hammer.

I forced a smile and said, "Yeah."

That doctor was an expert in gynecology and had been helping me with my health.

When she found out I was pregnant, she was overjoyed and genuinely relieved.

"You two must have suffered a lot for this child. You must be careful in the first three months. By the way, why didn't your husband come with you?"

Noticing that I was silent for a long time, the doctor asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

I bitterly dodged her hand that was about to check my condition and took deep breaths, "Actually, I don't plan to have the child anymore... Is it too late to have an abortion now?"

She stared at me in disbelief, "You took so many medicines and had so many injections, so you finally got pregnant. How can you just decide not to have it?"

I shook my head, "A kid that is not expected will not be happy even if it is born."

The doctor sighed regretfully, "I see. You can go back and discuss it with your husband again. Look, the child's hands and feet are almost formed."

I said firmly, "I don't want the child. I choose to have an abortion."

I took the abortion drug and felt pain deep inside my body, but I felt happy inside.

The last expectation was about to be taken away.

I stroked the image of my child on the ultrasound and couldn't help but burst into tears.

My baby, you were what I thought about day and night.

But your mother was blind and chose an irresponsible father.

I didn't want you to be born and suffer the injustice.

Back then, I and Dan, struggled to get married.

But in recent years, his love and affection for me had gradually faded, and the house was always empty and desolate.

My mother-in-law always found fault with me for not being able to get pregnant.

I also thought that if we had a child, he would be able to pay more attention to me.

As it turned out, I was totally wrong.

I moved out overnight last night and didn't sleep the whole night.

When I was sitting in a taxi, I saw Yola's Twitter-"I experience so many pains in my period! But he cares for me and he is making me lemonade.”

I could easily recognize the man wearing an apron in the picture.

Look, he knew how to love and care.

But no longer for me.

When I walked out of the operating room, I ran into Dan.

He looked somewhat delighted, "Joan, I was a little harsh yesterday. Are you here for a pre-pregnancy checkup? Don't worry, if we prepare well for pregnancy, you will definitely get pregnant."

"Well, I got pregnant, but I aborted."

I told him the truth, taking pleasure in irritating him.

His expression suddenly darkened.

Yola poked her head out coquettishly, "Joan, I was not feeling well at work, and Mr. Johnson said he was very familiar with the doctor, so he brought me here to get checked."

The ultrasound report in my hand caught Dan's attention. He snatched it away and looked at it with a look of surprise on his face, "You are pregnant, why didn't you tell me?"

Before he could finish his words, he was stunned.

The torn rips on the paper were made by him a few days ago.