Show Me The Way, My Dear

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband gave me a pair of red high heels.

In this life, I didn't go to confront his secretary. Instead, I calmly threw away the gift and sent back a divorce agreement.

But the secretary showed up to make troubles, not seeing my anger. She muttered in confusion, "This plot is wrong."

It turned out that she was also reborn.

I took the slap she threw at me with my hand, saying coldly, "You two don't mind each other's dirty souls! What a perfect match you are! You will surely be together forever."

1

The air was exploding in my lungs, and I couldn't breathe in or out.

The heart in my chest beat wildly, and then suddenly stopped, like a carnival before the curtain call.

I sat up abruptly, everything in front of my eyes blurry.

Only a little bit of scarlet stimulated the vision and gradually brought back consciousness.

Inside the opened gift box was a pair of red high heels.

I sat there dumbfounded, unable to calm down for a long time.

I had actually been reborn.

After calming down, I threw the gift box into the trash and contacted a lawyer to help me draft a divorce agreement.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the master bedroom door.

A delicate female voice sounded outside the door, "Dan's document was left in the bedroom. I'm here to get it."

After a moment of freezing, I looked at the card in the gift box-"Dear Yola".

The woman outside the door was called Yola Cotton.

She was the secretary of my husband Dan Johnson.

It suddenly dawned on me that without the master's permission, the secretary could not get the key and would not dare to knock on the door so arrogantly.

I opened the door and said coldly, "You are a secretary, not a maid. Such things can be done by having someone run errands."

"That is a confidential document and can only be handled by the person Dan trusts the most!"

She was irritating me, but I refused to make any response.

Yola gritted her teeth and continued to provoke. "Mrs. Johnson, today is the tenth anniversary of you and Mr. Johnson. Haven't you received a gift yet?"

I replied calmly, "Is it today? I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me. You are such a competent secretary. Gift? I accidentally threw it away. Please apologize to Dan for me."

She stared at me in disbelief, turning around and whispering, "No, it shouldn't be like this."

Yola suddenly realized and stomped her feet, "Joan Hunter, are you deliberately humiliating me? You old hag, just wait for your turn to pack up and be evicted!"

With my hand, I stopped the slap she gave me.

"You are the only one who treats a scumbag as treasure. You two don't mind each other's dirty souls. What a perfect match you are! You will surely be together forever."

Every word caught Yola by surprise, so she left in anger.

In my previous life, I didn't want to believe that Dan would cheat on me, and I thought that it was Yola who deliberately sent the wrong gift to provoke me.

Then I lost all my mind and rushed to their company.

I wanted all people to know that she seduced a married man.

We pushed and shoved each other and rolled down the stairs together.

Dan walked towards us with a gloomy face.

I stared at him aggrievedly, but he stepped over me and helped Yola up.

As I woke up slowly, I heard Dan chatting with his friends outside the hospital ward, "I didn't help her on purpose. It takes a little suffering to learn her lesson. Later I have to see the scene that she's trying not to cry. It's so annoying!"

There was a hint of boasting in his tone.

His wife of ten years and his cheating mistress had been fighting each other violently. How popular and charming Dan was!

Unfortunately, he didn't know that I had lost the child I had been hoping for in my belly for ten years.

And the amniotic fluid embolism caused by miscarriage would soon take my life.

Yola hit her head on the sharp edge of the stairs and was sent to the ICU in a coma.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment when I received the anniversary gift.

I guessed that in our previous life, Yola didn't survive in the ICU and was also reborn with resentment.

Unfortunately, after living two lives, she was still willing to be a man's accessory.

A man who doesn't respect himself will always be a rotten one.

Of course I chose to bless them be together forever.

In this life, I wanted to find back the lost self.