After My Little Aunt's Rebirth, She Forced Me to Marry My Bully

My aunt Jessie claimed she had been reborn.

For my happy future, she insisted I marry the man she’d arranged for me.

But that man was the same person who had bullied me during my school days.

In my previous life, I married my bully, and in the end, I was brutally beaten to death by him while pregnant.

Jessie took all my possessions and had my body cremated, scattering my ashes to the wind.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the day she forced me to go on that blind date.

As I watched her spout nonsense, describing my “happy future” vividly, I laughed. She had no idea that I had been reborn too.

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“Maggie, you must go on this blind date tomorrow. You don’t have a choice in this matter!”

A sharp pain in my arm pulled me back to reality. The person twisting my arm was none other than my aunt Jessie. Seeing her fierce expression, I felt a bit dazed.

I pinched my thigh hard – pain! I really was reborn!

In my previous life, after my mother died, Jessie borrowed all the death compensation money, leaving our family destitute. My father’s medical expenses depended on her mood.

But she wasn’t satisfied. For the sake of money, she manipulated and coerced me, repeatedly arranging blind dates for me.

She knew very well that the man she set me up with was the same one who had bullied me in school, but she still tricked me into marrying him.

When I refused, she threw the expensive medication I had bought for my father into the toilet right in front of me.

For my father’s sake, I knelt at her door for three hours.

She slapped me repeatedly until my face was swollen and my mouth bled. Only then did she ask, “Will you marry him now?”

“Yes!” I had no choice but to obey her.

She took all the wedding gifts and money.

On my wedding night, I was beaten by my husband.

When he fell asleep, I dragged my bleeding arm and ran all the way to my parents’ house.

But before I could get there, she blocked my way on the road.

I saw her holding a steel rod, walking towards me under the moonlight.

At that moment, I knelt and begged, trembling, “Aunt, please let me go. I don’t want any of the wedding gifts or money. You’re my aunt, for heaven’s sake! If I go back, I’ll die!”

She seemed not to hear me and swung the steel rod down on my bleeding arm.

Before I lost consciousness, I heard her cold voice, “Maggie, even if you die, you have to die at your husband’s house so I can get more money from your funeral. Don’t blame me. This is just your fate.”

I was dragged back to my husband’s house. The price of escaping was losing an arm and being bedridden for a month.

Not long after, my father died in the hospital, unable to receive timely treatment. He died with his eyes open.

Later, I was beaten to death by my drunken husband while I was pregnant.

After my death, I watched as Jessie took over all my possessions and bought an apartment for my cousin. But she wasn’t willing to spend 3,000 bucks on a proper urn for me.

In the end, my ashes were scattered into a river, and my soul dissipated along with them.