Reborn From Sweet to Sinister

As a hopeless romantic and a trusting fool, I never saw it coming. The man who once swore he loved me to the bone ended up in bed with the very girl I had been supporting—a poor, sickly girl who played the part well.

He didn’t stop there. He convinced me to donate my kidney to save her, knowing full well it meant losing our unborn child.

Together, they wove a twisted plan to rob my family of everything, drowning us in insurmountable debt.

In the end, my mother and I had nowhere to turn but the rooftop. The last thing I saw before jumping was a flood of crimson, and the agony that consumed me was unforgettable.

Yet, when I opened my eyes again, I was back—ten minutes before I made the fateful decision to help that girl. This time, things will be different.

The Denise Walsh in front of me still carried that same aloof and proud demeanor I remembered. Her clothes, though faded from too many washes, were immaculately kept. With a stubborn expression, she stood tall, like a lone winter rose, turning her face away.

The facilitator, Jasmine Jones, noticing the tension, nervously wiped her brow and subtly tugged at Denise’s sleeve.

Only then did she turn her head slowly, her voice steady and serious as she said, "Even though you've decided to sponsor me, I’m not obligated to bow and scrape before you, am I?"

Her righteousness was so over-the-top that I couldn’t help but laugh.

Jasmine had merely asked her to bow to show some gratitude.

Did she really think of that as humiliation? Then what about everything I went through in my previous life?

I stepped closer, lifting her chin slightly as I murmured, "If you're so full of pride, then why accept my help at all?"

Her eyes widened, and her face flushed red.

Before she could respond, a familiar voice interrupted.

"Suzy, don't say things in anger!"

I looked up to see Vincent Ford hurrying over, and a wave of fury and hatred surged in me.

Vincent, still just a student dependent on my generosity, had always been good at reading my moods.

Noticing my displeasure, he immediately put on a flattering smile, pulling me into his arms.

"Suzy, don't get upset. You know how Denise is. Besides, didn't we agree on this beforehand?"

Feeling disgusted, I shoved him away, slapping him hard across the face. His head jerked to the side, shock covering his expression.

For a brief moment, his eyes darkened, but he quickly masked it, saying, "Suzy, are you jealous of Denise again? Don't misunderstand. Denise is just a friend."

In the past, it only took a few half-hearted explanations like this for me to believe him and be willing to do anything for him. But then again, I used to be a typical love-struck, naive fool.

But now, did he really think I was still that easy to fool?

I raised an eyebrow and grabbed Denise's wrist.