My friend, Zoey, was a doctor. I suggested she reveal the secrets of the medical field online. Living a prosperous life, she exposed my having an affair and inflicting a sexually transmitted disease in a video, causing everyone to criticize me. My husband, Leonel Mallord, stayed by my side to support me as always. It was only at the last moment before my death that I realized that he and Zoey were the masterminds behind all of this.

When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day before I had been rushed to the hospital.

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I sat on the sofa. Suddenly, I regained consciousness and anxiously raised my hand to touch my neck. It was intact! However, the feeling of someone cutting my throat with a knife in my previous life was vivid in my mind. The tip of my nose seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

I heard Leonel say worriedly in my ear, "Cerys, are you okay? Why is your face so pale?" I looked up and saw Leonel holding a glass of milk next to me. He, who was gentle and concerned, looked worried.

I hadn't adapted myself to the fact that I was reborn yet. Leonel's betrayal made me so furious. I raised my hand and knocked the glass out of his hands. Leonel looked somewhat surprised. After all, I had never treated him like this before. Then I sensed resentment in his eyes. In an instant, he was as gentle and understanding as usual.

"What's wrong, Cerys? Did you have a nightmare? You suffer too much pressure from your work. Let me pour you another glass of milk. Drink it and rest early. You have to go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow."

"I have to go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow?" Memories resurfaced in my mind. Zoey Wong was a gynecologist. She advised me to have regular gynecological check-ups to detect if I was inflicted with any diseases. Thinking what she said made sense, I agreed. Now she was a popular online doctor who would always reveal breaking news, earning her the name of Great Online Gynecologist. Knowing accurately that people loved gossip online, she revealed breaking news one after another and quickly established herself on the internet. Her live broadcasts attracted tens of thousands of viewers. She made a lot of money by endorsing products.

In my previous life, she exposed my having an affair and inflicting a sexually transmitted disease in a video. Moreover, she said I went to the hospital for a check-up with my affair partner publicly. I never expected her to be vicious. Her video quickly caused sensations online.

She had offended a lot of people because of her sharp words since she was young. I was her only friend. The local netizens easily got information about my identity, causing everyone around me to despise me. However, Leonel stayed by my side despite the ridicule from friends and the dissatisfaction of my family. He comforted me, telling me not to show up for now and this matter would eventually be forgotten. Because of the insults from netizens and the guilt towards Leonel, I suffered severe depression. I dare not go out, hiding in my room every day. In the end, I logged into the internet one night and read comments where people were criticizing me. Failing to bear the pressure, I cut my throat with a knife and killed myself.

Before my consciousness was all gone, I heard Leonel calling Zoey...

Zoey and Leonel had planned all of this. After I committed suicide due to the overwhelming pressure, Leonel would quickly inherit all my assets. I died in unwillingness and resentment.

"It turns out that I went back to the day before I went to the hospital where Zoey worked. It's not too late."

I was lost in thoughts. Leonel came to me with another glass of milk. I took it over, feeling a slight tingling as the temperature of the cup was transmitted to my hands. It reminded me that I was not in a dream. "It's real. I indeed have been reborn."

"In my new life, I must not fall into their trap step by step anymore. And I will pay back everything that I have suffered back to them."

I finished the milk in the cup. Leonel said he would accompany me to the room to rest early.

I indifferently said, "I'm not feeling well today. I want to sleep alone. You can go to study."

Leonel naturally didn't dare to argue with me. After all, the luxurious house and car we lived in now were all mine. He lived a prosperous life because of me.

After graduating from university, I established an internet celebrity incubation company with some like-minded friends. Leonel, on the other hand, didn't go to work after graduation. He took care of my daily life.

In my previous life, I thanked him for not holding onto the male chauvinism and silently supporting me from behind. I felt guilty towards him. Even though he took care of me, I hired a nanny and a driver for my family. I never asked him to do anything he would have to handle in person. He enjoyed the life I arranged for him without any guilt. Unexpectedly, he was calculating how to betray me.

The next day, I saw Leonel sitting at the dining table, enjoying the breakfast prepared by the nanny with a cup of coffee. He looked very content.

So, I picked up my cell phone, sent a message to the nanny, Lily, and dismissed her. At the same time, I compensated her with half a year's salary. "Time for Leonel to experience what the life of a real house husband is like."

I sat at the dining table and mentioned to Leonel that I had dismissed the nanny. Holding a sandwich in his hands, he was somewhat surprised. I said expressionlessly, "My company's performance has not been good recently, so we need to cut down on some expenses. Leonel, since you have nothing to do at home, I'll trouble you to work harder."

Leonel had always pretended to be understanding in front of me, so he reluctantly agreed. After dinner, he said he had something to do, which was the same as what he had said in my previous life. Coincidentally, his cousin from his hometown came. He asked his cousin to accompany me to the hospital for a check-up.

I agreed calmly and arrived at the hospital where Zoey was. Zoey had been waiting for me at the entrance early. She hurriedly came over to hold my hands.

Affectionately, she said, "Cerys, thank you so much. You asked me to register an account online to expose the gossip in the hospital. Now I have tens of thousands of followers."

Although her salary was not low, she liked luxury and insisted on renting a high-end apartment in the bustling downtown area. After paying the rent, she didn't have much left. Because of my profession, I saw the prospects of the Internet. I couldn't bear to see her always struggling, so I suggested that she run an account online and share some interesting stories happening in the hospital as a blogger, by which she could make more money.

Her words were sharp. She demonized the things happening in the gynecology department, attracting the attention of many netizens. Now she has achieved some success. I watched her videos, in which she described any woman who entered the gynecology department as having a promiscuous private life. It resonated with countless misogynists. The comments in the comment section were unbearable to me. I was a perfect example. In my previous life, I underwent a routine gynecological examination, but she said I had been inflicted with a sexually transmitted disease.

We arrived at the door of an examination room. Zoey said she wanted to examine me, citing she didn't trust others personally.

I remembered what had happened in my past life. As I lay on the cold bed in the examination room, Zoey treated me violently. I tightened my legs because of the discomfort. She snorted.

Zoey forcefully opened my legs with great force and said with a smile, "It's not the first time you are here. Go home and throw yourself into your husband's arms if you want to moan." Although she was smiling, her eyes clearly showed disdain and disgust. It seemed she was saying, "Stop pretending to be high and mighty."

I learned the lesson before. Before I came here today, I had made an appointment with the head of the gynecology department here. I told Zoey so, which made her dissatisfied. Pouting, she complained and said, "Cerys, you don't treat me as a good friend. How can you come to my workplace and find someone else?"

As Zoey was speaking, she grabbed me and tried to pull me inside. Before I had a chance to shake off Zoey's hands, the head, whom I had made an appointment with, arrived and reprimanded Zoey. She said, "What are you doing? Who allowed you to force the patient like this?" Alana Chow was the head of the gynecology department and Zoey's immediate superior. Naturally, Zoey dared not say anything. She blushed, no longer speaking.

Alana was a very kind doctor. Throughout the whole examination, she was very gentle. She used a duck-billed clamp. It probably was because of the unpleasant experience with Zoey in my previous life that I trembled slightly at the sight of the clamp. She comforted me gently, saying she would try to be gentle. Later, I didn't feel any discomfort. Only then did I realize that the duck-billed clamp would not cause so much pain.

After examining me, Alana said, "Everything is fine. Keep it up. If possible, have regular gynecological check-ups to ensure your health." Then she gave me the examination report.

After I came out, Zoey was waiting for me at the door. She reached out and took my examination report. After seeing that there was no abnormality, she had a hint of disappointment on her face. Then, she smiled and said, "Cerys, let me keep this examination report for you. I will ask the director carefully later to see if there is anything you should pay attention to."

She popularity me out of my medical report like this before, which left me with no evidence to fight against the online attacks. When I wanted to do another checkup, Leonel stopped me. He said that my matter was in the spotlight. He was afraid I would be in danger if I went out. I, who had the least sense of security at that time, believed Leonel's words without any doubt. I never refuted it until my death.

I took the inspection report over with back hand and said, "No need. Alana has explained it to me in detail. You don't have to worry about it."

Zoey smiled and said, "Alana must be right, so I can rest assured." But I saw the veins on Zoey's hand bulging as she was gripping tightly.

After I left the hospital, I sent away Leonel's cousin first. I didn't kindly let him get into my car like before. Otherwise, Zoey would secretly film it and use it to accuse me of cheating later.

After getting in the car, I contacted an electronic equipment company that my company had been cooperating with for a long time. I bought more than ten miniature cameras. I installed them in my house while Leonel was out. After ensuring that there were no blind spots, I went to work.

After work, I could smell the smell of burnt food from a distance before I even entered my house. When I opened the door, I saw Leonel throwing ingredients into the pot from a distance. Yes, I did see it right. He threw the ingredients into the pot.

Seeing me coming back, he immediately raised his hand and walked up to me. He said, "Honey, I burned my hands while cooking."

Sure enough, there were oil stains that were inconsistent with his whole personality, as well as a few swollen and transparent blisters on his fair and slender fingers. When we didn't have money before, I used to cook. Since my company had improved, I didn't have time. Fearing that he would be exhausted from the household chores, I hired a housekeeper. Leonel had never done housework by himself before. He was like a girl. He didn't know how to cook at all.

If it were in the past, I would feel heartbroken. I would immediately take Leonel out to eat. But now, I pushed away his hands and walked into the kitchen. Sure enough, I saw plates of black substances. I turned around and accused him, saying, "I work so hard outside, and you cook this kind of thing for me to eat? You are such a good-for-nothing."

I immediately left, leaving Leonel standing there at a loss. I went to a steakhouse I often visited. I opened a bottle of red wine, eating and drinking to my heart's content. By the time I was home, it was 11 p.m.

The cell phone in my pocket rang. I took out my cell phone. It was a call from Zoey.

I pressed the answer button. Zoey's sweet voice came from inside. She said, "Cerys, I want to make a popular science video about women's health recently. I want to use your report as a positive case. I will mask the key information. Can I come to your house to get it?"

"She is not giving up, trying to deceive the examination report out of my hands."

I said indifferently, "No. Why don't you go get your examination report and use it? I believe that you, as a gynecologist, will make your examination report the most positive case." Then I hung up the call.

At this time, Leonel walked over and seemed extremely disappointed. He said, "Cerys Lee, I kindly cooked for you, and you don't appreciate it. How can you refuse to help your best friend with such a petty favor? She only needs your examination report. Are you so petty?"