Part 1Reborn to End His Line: My Revenge on My Heartless Husband.

On my deathbed, my husband, who had supposedly been "dead for years," strolled in with his young, beautiful mistress, just to gloat.

"Sarah, thanks for paying off all my debts. Allowed me to live it up overseas all these years, you know?"

My chest flared with pain.

Kevin Davis coolly yanked out my oxygen tube.

"Honey, legally, I'm still your husband. So, all your assets? I'll gladly take them off your hands."

Kevin watched coldly as I took my last breath.

I closed my eyes, filled with regret.

When I opened them again, I was back on the day my husband faked his death.

* * *

"Mrs. Davis, please accept my condolences."

Dr. Miller's voice was low, trying to comfort me.

I stared blankly at the figure covered by a white sheet, my mind still foggy.

I glanced up at the digital clock on the wall.

Somehow, I was back fifteen years in the past!

The day Kevin supposedly killed himself!

In my past life, Kevin had racked up enormous gambling debts and borrowed heavily from loan sharks.

To protect his reputation as a respected teacher, he left a suicide note and staged his death.

But even after he "died," the creditors didn't stop chasing the debt.

To preserve my husband's lifelong reputation and shield our family from harassment, I took on his burden.

I sold both our houses, worked three jobs a day, pinched every penny.

After ten long, hard years, I finally paid off the millions he owed.

But the toil destroyed my health. At only fifty, I collapsed.

As I lay dying, Kevin reappeared.

He'd been living comfortably abroad, dodging his debts. The first thing he did upon returning was pull my oxygen tube to inherit my estate!

Now, I'm reborn.

And I'm going to watch you, you deadbeat scumbag, go straight to hell!