Husband’s Plan: Frame and Destroy Me

In the aftermath of my demise, I believed my soul would wander aimlessly, forever tethered to my daughter's side.

The day my daughter was injured, Henry rushed her to the hospital. Her condition, thankfully, was not grave.

I lingered around the hospital.

In the deep silence of the night, a luminous white light appeared, and from within its glow, an elderly woman emerged.

Her smile was warm and comforting. "Your earthly bonds remain unresolved. Your wrongs have yet to be righted. This is not the time for reincarnation. You must go back."

Upon awakening, I was inexplicably transported back to an era before the divorce cleaved my world apart. The life I had lived seemed like an ephemeral dream. I found myself once again by my daughter's side.

Tears of joy streamed down my face as I held my daughter tightly.

If God had granted me a rebirth, I vowed not to let the villains triumph. Henry would pay for his sins.

The clock struck two in the morning, the hour when destiny's wheel began to turn.

My phone rang.

As expected, it must be Henry who requested a ride home from his alleged overtime work.

I answered the call with a sneer as his tired voice filled the line.

"Nicole, I've just wrapped up a project inspection with a client. It's in a remote area, and I can't seem to find a taxi. Could you come pick me up?"

His tone was imperious and unchanged from my previous life.

In my past existence, I had naively believed his excuse that he was genuinely unable to hail a taxi and that he was helplessly ensnared by circumstance.

I couldn't stand the thought of him spending the entire night out in the cold, so I threw on some clothes and drove to the spot he had mentioned. I was ready to scoop him up into the warmth of my car and bring him back to the safety of home.

But to my utter shock, it was revealed to be an intricate web of deceit designed by him and Selena.

He had knocked me unconscious the moment I stepped out of the car.

He also paid the homeless man to stage an act of violation.

Before Henry, the homeless man assaulted me, crafting a cruel illusion of my infidelity, all to furnish Henry with the fabricated proof of my supposed betrayal.

I had been a fool.

As I remained silent, Henry tentatively questioned, "Hello? Nicole, are you there?"

I was about to respond.

Suddenly, a soft yet startlingly clear voice, unmistakably feminine, broke the silence with its gentle whisper.

"If she doesn't come, then..."

The sentence hung in the air, unfinished.

"Who are you with?" I asked Henry.

His reply was tinged with guilt, "I'm alone. You must've misheard. I was just watching a video."

I scoffed, feigning agreement. "Alright, wait for me. I'm coming to get you."

Henry seemed relieved.

Relief washed over his voice, softening his tone.

"Okay, I'll wait for you here."