On the day Lilith Trebolt died, it was New Year's Eve. Snow fell in flurries, and fireworks illuminated the night sky.
That same day, she was kidnapped along with her husband's mistress, Layla Johnston.
In a shocking betrayal, her four brothers and her husband, Donald Skree, chose to rescue Layla instead of her.
The man she loved most pushed her down the stairs, sending her—and the child she carried—plummeting to their deaths.
As her soul floated away, she witnessed the aftermath of her demise and laughed bitterly. The family she had devoted herself to wished for her death.
On the first day of her kidnapping, her eldest brother, in a desperate attempt to save Layla, allowed the kidnappers to disfigure her once-beautiful face.
The next day, her second brother permitted them to break her hands to ensure Layla's survival.
By the third day, her third brother allowed the kidnappers to inject her with the most painful poison.
On the fourth day, her youngest brother had her legs broken for the same cause.
At that time, she was already four months pregnant.
During her most agonizing moments, they finally arrived. The man she cherished had chosen to save Layla over her, sealing her fate.
Although her appearance was shattered, she felt a strange sense of relief—she was finally free.
Yet her spirit could not depart. It lingered among her loved ones for decades, witnessing their fates unfold.
It wasn't until the day Donald died that she found peace, finally ready to let go. Her soul had wandered for years, unable to transition to the afterlife, and she didn’t understand why.
With Donald gone, the bitterness in her heart faded.
Lilith took one last look at his photograph, feeling no attachment as she floated toward the villa's entrance.
Just as she reached the door, a brilliant white light caught her eye. She felt a rush of joy—Donald had been the shackles binding her soul, and now she could finally be free.
However, in the next instant, an invisible force pulled her back.
"Ah…" Lilith gasped, instinctively reaching for something, but grasping only air.
…
"Lilith, stop playing dead. Get up! How dare you use such vile methods to deal with Layla? You're courting death!" a cold voice thundered from above.
Startled, Lilith opened her eyes to see a handsome man looming over her.
It was Donald! What was he doing there?
Anger surged through her. She had just seen him die, yet his spirit seemed to have followed her.
"Lilith, you wicked woman! You dared to kidnap Layla? How could I marry someone so malicious? Stop pretending to be faint and sign this divorce agreement immediately," Donald demanded. "Considering you took care of me for two years, I won't pursue this matter, but we must divorce!"
"Divorce?" Still dazed, Lilith stared up at the furious Donald.
Glancing around, she recognized her surroundings—they were all too familiar.
Suddenly, realization struck her. Had she been reborn?
She found herself transported back to Layla's birthday party from years ago.
Layla had framed her, accusing her of orchestrating her kidnapping. In response, Donald had presented her with a divorce agreement.
Her biological parents and four brothers had disowned her, serving her a disowning deed.
At that time, blinded by love, Lilith had refused to let go of Donald, the man she had nearly died to save.
In the end, her stubbornness had led to a tragic fate.
Upon recalling the moment she was pushed down the stairs while pregnant, a wave of anguish washed over her.
Lilith was the cherished granddaughter of the Trebolt family.
She recalled the moment her beloved grandfather—the man who had practically raised her—saw her lifeless body and cursed himself for being useless.
It was a moment filled with disappointment and despair, emotions he had never expressed before.
With this second chance at life, she finally understood: no matter how much one gave to someone who didn't love you, they would never see your sacrifice.
This time, she would not fall for Donald again. She would focus on becoming a wealthy woman.
Her first order of business in this new life was to refuse to engage in mental turmoil. If something went wrong, she would confront it head-on. Those who had bullied her would feel her wrath in return.
Just as she sorted through her thoughts, an enraged voice pierced her reverie. "Lilith, the Johnstons have no room for a daughter as wicked as you! In front of all our guests, we disown you from this moment on. This is the disowning deed—sign it."
Lilith looked at her furious biological father, George Johnston, who held the disowning deed tightly in his hand.
She then glanced at a nearly breathless Layla, along with her resentful mother and her four brothers, whose glares were like daggers.
She could no longer afford the Johnstons' "familial love".
A bitter smile crossed her lips as she turned to George. "Fine! I'll sign!"
