Reborn: I'll Do This Myself, Thanks

I've been reborn back to the day my husband, Logan Lane, cheats on me.

The first thing I do is request my colleague, Emma Kerr, to switch shifts with me at work.

In my previous lifetime, Logan slept with my best friend, Yvonne Colton, behind my back. Since the toys they had used in their session were far too intense, their bodies ended up getting stuck together, so they had to be sent to the ER.

Emma performed a surgery on them. Logan and Yvonne were fine after that.

Upon receiving the news, I couldn't accept reality at all. I cried so much that I ended up fainting.

When I woke up, Logan sent me a document. The document stated that if I were to demand a divorce, I couldn't take a single cent with me. That meant I had to give up on all of my assets.

I refused to do so. But Logan merely chuckled coldly in return.

"Mariella, Yvonne and I are just friends with benefits. You're the one who insists on getting a divorce, which makes you the one ruining our family. It's only natural that you can't take a single cent with you."

I tried to go to the court to prove that Logan was the one cheating on me in our marriage. I even tried to file for a divorce there as well. But then, I found out that someone had already deleted the security footage in the hospital during my collapse. This left me without any solid evidence at all.

On the day I lost the court case, Logan didn't hesitate to rub salt into my wound.

"Just give up already, Mariella. So what if you have evidence and videos of my infidelity? You're just a regular doctor in the ER, whereas I'm the CEO of Lane Group. I'm the one who earned all of the assets. In fact, I have to give you extra money every month because that meager salary of yours can't sustain you at all. Who would rule in your favor anyway?"

I couldn't do anything about Logan's underhanded ways at all.

In order to stay with him, I had already cut off all ties with my dad and my family, who happened to be the only support I had in my life, a long time ago.

Feeling extremely defeated, I wandered on the street in a daze. That was how I got run over by a speeding truck.

When I open my eyes again, I've gotten reborn.

The first thing I do is to switch shifts with Emma.

Mariella's Point-of-View

Upon hearing that I wanted to change shifts, my colleague Emma Kerr was absolutely delighted; after all, not many doctors were eager to work in the deserted, silent ER on such a cold winter night.

Emma said, "You've already worked eight hours straight during the day, Mariella. You sure you want to swap shifts with me? You see, I'm quite concerned about the physical strain on you if