Pretend to Like, Then Really Murder

In my previous life, I was deceived by my sister Nora Rowe and forced into the bed of her husband, Diego Scott, where I was subjected to daily humiliation.

Even the children I bore were claimed by Nora, and I ultimately met a tragic end, consumed by melancholy and sorrow.

Now, reborn, I vowed I would not suffer the same fate.

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My body felt as though it were being torn asunder, and with great effort, I opened my eyes to gaze upon the man above me.

It was Diego Scott.

Finally, Diego rose, and in my hazy state, I pieced together the situation.

I had been reborn, back to the night Nora had orchestrated to send me to Diego's bed.

Nora was once the most beautiful woman in Kinston.

But as I grew older, my own beauty had begun to overshadow hers, making life at home increasingly difficult for me and my mother.

After Nora married, she had yet to conceive after two years, and her mother-in-law, Amanda Scott, who had always disapproved of the marriage, now held even less regard for Nora.

Thus, she forced me into Diego's bed, hoping I would bear a child to secure her position.

A year later, after I had given birth to a pair of twins, Nora took them by deceit. I had hoped she would spare me and my mother, but she secretly poisoned me instead.

As my health deteriorated, my mother was framed and died, leaving me to weep every day until I perished in despair...

"You're just a child; how dare you be so shameless!" Diego's voice snapped me back to reality.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

In my former life, I had endured his abuse daily, fearing to utter a word lest I provoke him further.

"Diego, it's all my fault; please don't blame Nora," I whispered, wincing as the movement pulled at my wounds, my mind secretly cursing Diego.

Seeing my pain, Diego said no more and simply dressed before storming out.

After he left, Nora's wet nurse, Miranda Moore, hurried in.

With her usual spiteful expression, she stopped short when she saw my bruised body.

"Ms. Rowe, you should refrain from bathing tonight. Tomorrow morning, when you go to pay respects to Mrs. Nora Scott, she will certainly treat you well."