I'm Reborn Victorious, He's Left Regretful

I had been married for seven years when I invited my widowed stepsister, Mable Stark, to stay with us for a while.

I never imagined I'd catch her flirting with my husband, Lester Kaine, on our balcony.

Blinded by rage, I chose to end it all for the three of us. But when I open my eyes again, I'm back on Valentine's Day—the day she and I both fall into the water.

This time, Lester doesn't hesitate to save Mable. Then, he hires paparazzi to take photos of me in explicit angles just to ruin my reputation.

With my name dragged through the mud, my dad cuts all ties with me.

Four years later, Lester returns as a world-renowned lawyer with the pregnant Mable. They cling to each other like an enviable, loving couple.

When Lester spots me singing in a private lounge, he starts mocking me. "Erica, four years have gone by, and you've ended up singing in bars.

"If you'd just admit you were wrong, I might consider helping you find a better job. You shouldn't have to waste away in a place like this."

I lowered my head and took a calm sip of tea, completely ignoring Lester Kaine.

Everyone had heard the stories of how, over the years, he had become the star lawyer every major firm in Novindale fought to recruit.

Lester was about to speak again when a crowd swarmed around him.

"You really are going places, Mr. Kaine! It's impressive that you're so young, yet you're already such a renowned lawyer abroad!"

"That's right, Lester. Don't forget about us now that you're doing so well. We used to be so close back in school."

"I heard he's not just brilliant but devoted. He and Mrs. Kaine were campus sweethearts who became husband and wife. They're such a perfect couple, it makes the rest of us jealous."

Mable Stark blushed and stole a shy glance at Lester before nestling into his arms. Their show of affection drew a chorus of teasing laughter from the crowd.

"I heard that Mrs. Kaine's sister has been seen around that rich neighborhood, The Bayview Estates. Maybe she's some rich man's mistress…"

A flicker of disgust crossed Lester's eyes at the remark, while Mable subtly straightened and sighed in fake pity. "It's such a shame. Our family has always been respectable, yet she turned out to be so shameless."

She dabbed at the corner of her eyes, then feigned a dramatic gasp when her gaze slid past me. "Erica Zinger… did you hear all that?"

All eyes turned sharply toward me at once.

One of Lester's lackeys gave me a once-over and said, "I heard the club owner hired some pretty girls to sing here. Maybe she's one of them."

The others laughed and piled on.

"This place isn't just a music lounge. They offer full-service entertainment too."

"Even if Ms. Zinger has cut ties with Mr. Zinger, she was raised in a family of scholars. How could she