Rise up! Dear self！

When the hospital called to inform me that Henry Pearce had been in an accident, I couldn't help but smile wide. That scumbag was finally dead.

I rushed to the hospital to take care of the necessary paperwork. Before the cremation, I kindly called my mother-in-law, Celeste Pearce. Unfortunately, she kept hanging up on me.

It wasn't until after Henry was turned to ashes that Celeste finally called back. "Sofia Whitfield, what's the fuss this early in the morning? You better have a good reason for calling so many times, or I won't let you off the hook."

Pretending to choke up, I said, "Mom, Henry had an accident. He died in a car crash."

Then, I heard a wail from the other end of the line, and I instantly felt a wave of satisfaction.

I picked the cheapest urn available, feeling content, and headed home.

To my surprise, the first person I saw wasn't my mother-in-law, but Ruby Fraser, my husband's mistress. She had made my life miserable in my past life.

I had been reborn. In my previous life, I discovered Henry's affair only after Ruby sent me some provocative photos. I filed for divorce that very day, asking for nothing but my daughter's custody.

The day after our divorce, Henry married Ruby and died in a car accident soon after.

My daughter should have inherited a portion of Henry's assets, but Celeste accused me of cheating during the marriage, claiming that my daughter wasn't his child.

I refused to accept this and decided to go to court. But they made a scene at my daughter's school. She was only six years old, so I had to drop the lawsuit.

I thought backing down would make them stop, but they didn't. No matter what I tried to do, they ruined it. I ended up doing odd jobs everywhere and eventually died from exhaustion.

When I woke up again, I found I had returned to the day I discovered Henry's affair. This time, I didn't bother with the incriminating photos on my phone. I simply sent my daughter to stay with my parents. I didn't want these disgusting events to affect her.

In this life, I was going to take back everything that was mine.

Ruby looked impatient when she saw me. She must have been waiting for me all morning, only to find I wasn't home.

Standing in front of me as if to declare her victory, Ruby said, "Sofia, I'm Henry's true love. I suggest you get a divorce sooner rather than later."

It seemed that, in this life, I hadn't made a scene over the photos and filed for divorce, so she came straight to force the issue.

I looked at Ruby and sneered, "So, you're the one who sent me those photos."

Rubbing her slightly swollen belly, Ruby responded, "Yes, it was me. I'm already pregnant with Henry's child. I thought you'd back off on your own, but you sure can endure. After all, you're almost forty. Of course, you'd cling to Henry for dear life."

She eyed me up and down with disdain as she spoke.

I calmly placed the urn in Ruby's hands and said, "True love, right? Then here, you can have him."

Ruby immediately dropped the urn on the ground. The cheap urn cracked open, and ashes scattered everywhere. She waved her hand in disgust, cursing, "What the hell is this? It stinks."

I sneered, "That's your true love, and you're already sick of him?"

Right on cue, Celeste arrived. She kicked the urn out of her way and rushed up to me, screaming, "You wretch. Did you kill my son?"

She reached out to slap me, but I dodged, and her hand landed squarely on Ruby's face instead.

Ruby was stunned by the slap, and even Celeste seemed shocked that I had managed to avoid it. When she saw Ruby's face, an awkward look briefly crossed her face, and Ruby, though clearly furious, stayed silent. Obviously, they knew each other.