Rebirth: Trashing Her Dirty Secrets

When my best friend, Tricia Tate, finds out I have secretly switched my husband's used rubber with her father-in-law's, she has a full-on meltdown right then and there.

In my last life.

Tricia had been abused by her husband and asked to stay at my place for a while.

I felt sorry for her and agreed to let her stay temporarily.

But just two weeks later, she unexpectedly found out she was pregnant.

I was about to ask her what had happened when her husband suddenly showed up and broke my husband's leg before dragging my whole family into court.

In court, Tricia sobbed uncontrollably, accusing my husband, Jayden Lowe, of being a predator and claiming he had assaulted her while she was living with us. She said I didn't just ignore it but helped him carry it out.

Jayden and I denied everything in court, but she pulled out an amniocentesis report, proving that the baby was indeed Jayden's.

The internet exploded with hate against us, and the court sentenced both of us to prison, ordering us to pay her ten million in emotional damages.

In the end, Jayden and I went to jail, while Tricia took that ten million, aborted the baby, and lived happily ever after with her husband.

When I open my eyes again, I am back to the very day Tricia came to stay at my house.

I was experiencing a splitting headache.

I opened my eyes and looked around at my familiar home. It wasn't the street where I'd been beaten and cursed at, nor the damp, filthy prison I'd been scorned in. It was my home!

"Simone, you're such a good person. If it weren't for you, I would've been beaten to death by Luke."

That familiar fake voice rang out. I turned around to look, and there was Tricia Tate, standing in front of me with tears in her eyes. It was only then that I realized I had been reborn.

I was back to the very day my so-called best friend Tricia came to me crying after being abused, begging me to take her in. I had foolishly agreed to let her stay at my place.

"Simone, your house is so spacious. A high-rise unit like this must be worth a few million, right?"

Before I could respond, she was already inside, her eyes greedily scanning every corner of the place.

Just then, my husband, Jayden Lowe, came home from work.

The moment she saw him, Tricia quickly fixed her hair and even pulled out a compact to pat her face before walking over and saying in a gentle voice, "This must be your husband, Jayden, right? I think I only saw him once at your wedding. What an outstanding man."

As she spoke, she took a step forward, her posture all delicate and coy.

Jayden frowned slightly and stepped back. "You're too kind."

I knew from his reaction that he was already wary of Tricia.

Jayden's family was in business,