Reborn After My Best Friend’s Betrayal

In my past life, my best friend and I married twins at the same time. We shared secrets, complained about our husbands, and teamed up to outsmart our overbearing mother-in-law—it was truly enjoyable.

Until the day I nearly died giving birth to twins.

As I lay on the brink of death, my best friend cradled my newborns and revealed the cruel truth.

“Thank you, Bianca, for giving me such adorable twins. You had no idea, did you? The twins only ever loved me. If I had the ability to give birth, we wouldn't have used you as a tool to have kids.

"You’re poor and have never been loved, so it was far too easy to manipulate you. Even the way your husband loved you? It was all my idea—I planned every move he made.

“Oh, and every time you two were intimate, I was watching through the cameras—every single time!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I met my best friend.

I had lost so much blood that a weightless, drifting sensation overcame me.

In my daze, I thought I saw my mother—or rather, the version of her I had always imagined.

My mother had died giving birth to me, bleeding out on the delivery table.

It felt like a cruel twist of fate, a cycle doomed to repeat itself.

In my final moments, I mustered the last of my strength to plead with Sophie Reed, my best friend. My voice trembled with desperation.

"Please, let me see my children. Just once. Just one look at the children I gave my life to bring into this world…"

But Sophie only smirked, her voice sharp and triumphant as she said, "Your children? Once you're gone, they'll be mine.

"You're a pathetic woman who crawled out of a backwater village—what gives you the right to touch my man? What gives you the right to bear the Lewis family's children?"

I stared at her, unblinking, as life slipped away from me.

I thought I heard my children crying. I thought I heard the doctor recording my time of death, followed by a sigh.

"There's plenty of blood available in the bank. They don't seem like a family that's struggling for money—why would they just give up on saving her?"

When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by the blinding flashes of cameras. The lights made my head spin.

My aunt Maya Sinclair nudged me and whispered, "Bianca, are you so happy you've lost it? The reporters asked you some questions—how does it feel to achieve the top score in the city's college entrance exams and get accepted to Jadebrook College?

"Do you have any advice for the younger students?"

I blinked, my mind snapping back into focus.

I had been reborn—it was the day I received my acceptance letter from Jadebrook College.

This day had been the brightest moment of my 18 years. School leaders congratulated me. Reporters interviewed me. Younger students looked up