Married to a Mr. Nice Guy

My husband, Samuel Dalton, is known to be a person with a "heart of gold".

When my boss gets the bills all wrong, I launch a protest at the company while heavily pregnant. Samuel blames me for ruining my relationship with my colleagues, so he secretly returns the money to my boss.

When I get scammed by others on my way to work, I travel to all departments with the footage recorded by my dash cam so that I can take the scammers to court.

But Samuel, on the other hand, decides to settle the whole thing privately with the offenders. Not only that, but he also refuses compensation from them.

In fact, Samuel is also the first one among his siblings to move his mother, who's afflicted with dementia, into our home.

Thanks to her dementia acting up, his mom ends up killing my newborn.

I completely lose my mind on the spot. In a muddled state, I wander to the road, where I end up getting hit by a car.

Now that I'm reborn, I vow not only to file for a divorce from that crazy husband of mine, but I also want him to get a taste of his own medicine.

Dusk had fallen, and a hearty spread with a bowl of soup still steamed on the table. The door opened, revealing a familiar face.

Only then did I realize that I had been reborn. I was genuinely sick of that lunatic.

In my previous life, my mother-in-law, Charlotte Rose, suffered from dementia and screamed nonstop at home.

The neighbors accused me of abusing the elderly. I asked my husband, Samuel Dalton, to testify for me, but he only said that justice lived in people's hearts.

For months after that, everyone around us had an awful impression of me.

One time, I helped his younger sister, Riley Dalton, run an errand and got caught in a robbery. With no one else around to help, I used a sharp piece of plastic from the roadside to injure the robber and stalled until the police arrived.

The robber turned the tables and accused me of intentional assault.

When Samuel rushed over, he didn't comfort me while I was still shaken. Instead, he made a snap judgment and ordered me to apologize to the robber. "No matter what, you can't hurt someone."

Under that kind of constant psychological pressure, my reputation was ruined, and I was completely discredited.

Later on, I left our daughter, Luna Dalton, in Samuel's care. After Riley called him, he left Luna and Charlotte alone in the house. When I returned, Luna was nowhere to be seen, and a foul stench crept out from the kitchen.

As I neared the kitchen, I retched despite myself. I saw Luna's twisted face and her small hand reaching out for help. How much pain must she have been in?

I screamed until I completely lost my mind. I became deranged and was eventually killed when a speeding truck hit