My Rebirth, His Obsession

The night I got into Cambridge University, we were supposed to celebrate.

Instead, I ended up in Gilbert’s bed—my older brother from next door, the man I had secretly loved for years.

The mafia kingpin of the Veronatri.

We used protection. It didn’t matter.

I still got pregnant.

In my past life, I relied on our child to marry him as I wished, but I was also forever barred from Cambridge University.

Gilbert cornered me on our wedding night, his breath shallow, eyes wild—

“You drugged me, didn’t you?”

“Admit it. There’s no other reason I would’ve wanted you like that.”

“You’re shameless, Julian. You will never touch me again in this lifetime!”

From then on, he used every means possible to humiliate me.

He even secretly transplanted our daughter’s heart into his first love’s daughter.

While he and his first love celebrated the success of the surgery, I clutched my daughter’s ashes and died on the way to the cemetery.

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to that night of utter absurdity.

This time, I didn’t cry, I didn’t beg—

I just walked away, and he went mad trying to find me.

The night I got into Cambridge University, we were supposed to celebrate.

Instead, I ended up in Gilbert’s bed—my older brother from next door, the man I had secretly loved for years.

The mafia kingpin of the Veronatri.

We used protection. It didn’t matter.

I still got pregnant.

In my past life, I relied on our child to marry him as I wished, but I was also forever barred from Cambridge University.

Gilbert cornered me on our wedding night, his breath shallow, eyes wild—

“You drugged me, didn’t you?”

“Admit it. There’s no other reason I would’ve wanted you like that.”

“You’re shameless, Julian. You will never touch me again in this lifetime!”

From then on, he used every means possible to humiliate me.

He even secretly transplanted our daughter’s heart into his first love’s daughter.

While he and his first love celebrated the success of the surgery, I clutched my daughter’s ashes and died on the way to the cemetery.

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to that night of utter absurdity.

This time, I didn’t cry, I didn’t beg—

I just walked away, and he went mad trying to find me.

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Seeing the man lying next to me, my heart stopped.

My whole body aches as if it has been run over by a car, and the mess on the floor reminded me that I had been reborn.

While Gilbert was still asleep, I tiptoed to put on my clothes, preparing to jump out the window and run away.

“What are you doing!”

Suddenly, a voice from behind startled me so much that my legs went weak and I fell.

When Gilbert rushed to the window, shirtless, I was already limping away.

Even if I didn’t leave through the front door, I was still photographed by