Reborn, I Take Revenge on My Ungrateful Husband

When I opened the front door of our family’s house, the first thing I saw was Nikolas and his mother.

He hung his head, pretending to be remorseful, assuring my parents repeatedly that he would never make such a mistake again.

My father, already feeling guilty toward him, seemed almost excited that Nikolas was finally willing to change.

“As long as you know your fault, that’s all that matters. I’ll figure out a way to handle this for you,” my father said, his tone hiding a hint of excitement.

My mother, clearly troubled, said, “I met Mrs. Turner for lunch the other day. I’m not sure if she’ll be willing to help us out.”

I scoffed, “Nikolas doesn’t need your help. Who knows, if you help him now, he might accuse you of meddling later.”

My father snapped at me, “How could you be so ungrateful? If it weren’t for you, would Nikolas have gotten into this fight?”

I turned to look at Nikolas, and he gave me a smug smile.

I knew exactly what had happened.

Steven Turner had only teased Ruth about losing her spot as the top beauty, and Nikolas had immediately thrown a punch.

Despite the people trying to hold him back, Nikolas grabbed a chair and smashed it over Steven’s head.

As Steven lay there, bleeding, Nikolas had said, “Touch my girl again, and you’ll regret it.”

In my previous life, I had been too blind to see what kind of person Nikolas really was, thinking he was mature and responsible.

My mother spent hours trying to smooth things over with Mrs. Turner, but the woman wouldn’t budge.

She demanded that we issue a public apology and pay five million in damages for emotional distress, or she would take legal action.

As I sat there, bored and playing with my nails, Nikolas said, “Mr. and Mrs. Saunders, maybe Annie could apologize on my behalf?”

I lost my temper instantly.

“Are you even a man? You caused this mess, and now you want my family to clean it up, and you’re pushing me out there to take the blame? Why don’t you go yourself?”

My mother tugged at my sleeve, but Mrs. Shepherd burst into tears immediately.

“It’s my fault. His father died so early, but when Nikolas was in elementary school, he was the top student in his class!”

My father’s face darkened, and he shouted at me angrily, “Annie, it’s not that hard to apologize. It won’t kill you. Nikolas is a man, and he’ll need to get married one day. How could he do something so embarrassing?”

I stared at my father, hardly recognizing him.

Ever since Nikolas’s father had saved him from that fire, my father had put Nikolas first in everything.

When we were kids and Nikolas and I fell at the same time, he would always rush to check if Nikolas was hurt before asking about me.

Had he forgotten that I was his daughter? Didn’t I deserve some care and attention?

I blinked back my tears and, after a long pause, said, “Fine, I’ll apologize for him. But I have one condition.”

I walked up to Nikolas, standing on tiptoe to reach him.

Nikolas looked at me with disdain, as if saying, “Even if you beg, I’ll never like you.”

As everyone watched, holding their breath, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.

“After this, I’m cutting all ties with Nikolas. If he gets into trouble again, don’t involve me.”

Nikolas snapped out of it and raised his hand to hit me back.

I glared at him.

Nikolas truly wasn’t a man.

I pointed to my cheek and said, “Go ahead. Hit me, and we’ll see who’s left to apologize for you.”

Furious, he lowered his hand and kicked the nearest chair.

I ignored him and headed upstairs.

When I visited Steven at the hospital, Mrs. Turner made things difficult for me in every way possible, but I endured it.

The video of my apology quickly spread on the school’s online forum.

When I got home, my parents had prepared a big meal to reward me.

I had no appetite and was about to go straight to my room when I overheard Nikolas talking in the study.

“I told you it’d be fine. Annie’s always clinging to me, so there’s no way she’d miss a chance to impress me.”

I almost barged in, but then I remembered I had said I’d cut ties with him.

So I called out loudly in the direction of the study, “Mom, why is there a dog in the study?”

My mother, not understanding, replied, “There’s no dog in there. It’s just Nikolas.”

Nikolas opened the door to say something, but I shot him a cold look and went upstairs.

Nikolas could be shameless, but if he directed that shamelessness at me, he better be prepared to face the consequences.