Changing My Fate

My husband of five years turned out to be the long-lost heir of the Rhys mafia family.

On the day he was brought back into the family, he took our son by the hand and walked toward a million-dollar luxury car with Isla, his childhood sweetheart.

Then, frowning slightly, he said to me, “Hazel, I’m only taking Isla and our son with me. You stay here for now. Once I’ve secured my footing in the Rhys family, I’ll come back for you.”

I nodded calmly and accepted his arrangement without protest. I knew that even if I forced my way back with him, it wouldn’t end well.

In my previous life, I cried and insisted on going with him.

Left with no choice, Sam brought me back to the family.

However, it wasn’t long before Isla framed me, accusing me of leaking the Rhys mafia family's secrets.

According to family rules, I was sentenced to death. When the verdict was carried out, my son shouted at me with reddened eyes.

“I hate you! If you hadn’t insisted on coming back, I wouldn’t have had a traitor for a mother! I would’ve had a better mom a long time ago!”

In that instant, my heart gave out.

Reborn to the moment before my husband reclaimed his identity, I chose to let go without hesitation this time, no longer standing in the way of the happiness he and our son wanted.

In this life, I no longer insisted on following Sam.

Instead, I took the initiative to contact my university mentor and applied to a biological research center in Rotenberg.

The day I received the acceptance notice from the Rotenberg Research Institute, a luxury convoy arrived. Sam, Isla, and the others left in grand fashion, driving away from the rundown slum.

I watched them leave. After that, I also booked an international flight out of Latia.

In two days, I would be leaving this place forever.

However, the day before my departure, Sam broke into my residence with Isla, our son Ethan, and a group of bodyguards.

Isla pointed at me and accused me angrily.

“Hazel, I know you’re angry because Sam didn’t take you with him, but you’re still Sam’s wife. How could you hook up with other men and cuckold him?”

My whole body turned ice cold.

Scenes from my past life came rushing back: her false accusations, the charge of betrayal, and the lie about leaking family secrets.

I clearly didn’t know anyone from the Tanner mafia family, yet letters showing contact with them appeared in my room.

Isla even produced a large number of photos of me having an affair with other men, completely nailing me to the pillar of shame.

The head of the Rhys mafia family was furious. Without listening to my defense, he convicted me.

I begged Sam for help, crying that I was innocent.

Isla’s methods were clearly crude. As long as he investigated carefully, he could have cleared my name.

However, what I