After pledging to be childfree with my best friend, I married a wealthy heir through an arranged match.
My best friend rolled her eyes and sneered, I’m not like you, selling my womb for designer bags. You pretend to hate men but still crave their validation.
While she slept with twenty-seven young men in hotels, I was securing the family inheritance by bearing three heirs.
Years later, at sixty, my friend ended up in a nursing home.
Surveillance footage showed aides tying her to urine-stained mattresses for abuse. Suddenly, she envied my three sons who could care for me.
She blamed everything on me, screaming that I was selfish.
“If you hadn’t talked me into being childfree, I wouldn’t be so pathetic in my old age! You’re the reason my life is ruined!”
She splashed boiling oil on my face, leaving me disfigured. I later died from complications.
When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day before my arranged marriage.
**1**
Instead of stopping me, Chloe insisted on joining my matchmaking meeting.
“We’re best friends! I need to vet your future husband. Amelia, I’m coming with you tomorrow!”
Hearing Chloe’s voice again sent chills down my spine. The searing pain of hot oil felt fresh on my skin.
When she grabbed my wrist excitedly, I instinctively shook her off, making her scowl.
“What’s wrong with you? I’m trying to help you marry well! Ungrateful bitch, no wonder you’ll get abused by nursing aides when you’re old!”
In my past life, we’d vowed to remain childfree, but I ended up in an arranged marriage.
Chloe called me a gold-digger, mocking me for “craving male validation while pretending to hate men.”
“They just want your womb! Why are you so proud? Do you really think you’re some noble lady?”
She championed unmarried, child-free life while sleeping with different men every night.
While Chloe enjoyed twenty-seven young lovers, I nearly died giving birth to my third child.
At sixty, Chloe remained bitter and sharp-tongued.
She cursed elderly women at her nursing home for “dressing up to seduce old men.”
She falsely accused an aide of assault and posted teary videos online.
Furious aides tied her to urine-stained mattresses and humiliated her on camera.
Covered in filth, she came to me seeking reconciliation.
She eyed my three sons, hoping they’d support her in old age.
But my sons, who already abused me at home, showed her no mercy.
After they threw her out bruised and beaten, she limped away screaming, “You selfish bitch!”
“This is your fault! You talked me into being childfree, and now I have no one!”
She blamed me for everything. When I visited her out of pity, she threw boiling oil in my face.
The burns disfigured me, and I later died from complications.
Reborn, I clenched my fists hearing Chloe’s push.
Feigning ignorance, I said, “Why bother with matchmaking? We pledged to be childfree.”
Chloe grew frantic. “Screw being childfree! I’m getting married and having six sons!”
“Besides, it’s just a meeting. What if he prefers me over you?”
I smirked inwardly.
So that’s why she wanted to join—she had her eyes on my wealthy husband from my past life.
I wondered if she’d still be smiling when that violent man chained her in the bathroom and beat her.
**2**
In my past life, I did marry the wealthy heir.
But he was violent and needed medication to perform in bed.
My parents had threatened suicide to force me into the matchmaking.
The moment I arrived home, they drugged me and locked me in a room with him.
I was covered in bruises, but my parents ignored them, celebrating when I got pregnant.
I tried to escape and begged Chloe for help.
She just rolled her eyes and accused me of “playing the noble lady.”
She even replaced my wedding video with a pornographic edit, deepfaking my face onto the actress, claiming I slept around.
My enraged husband kicked me in the stomach, nearly causing a miscarriage.
When I confronted Chloe, she smirked. “I’m helping you see how violent men are. Stop dreaming.”
After marriage, I was kept on a leash with a tracker at home.
My husband had paranoid delusions, convinced I would cheat.
If I spoke too long to a male doctor or nurse during checkups, he’d yank my hair and beat me.
My three sons inherited his violent genes.
They bullied classmates and stabbed my eye with a fork, blinding me permanently.
Remembering my past life, I trembled.
Watching Chloe happily pack to join my matchmaking, I couldn’t help but smile.
If someone was foolish enough to suffer in my place, why stop her?
The next day, my parents scowled when they saw Chloe.
“Why did you bring her? Today’s matchmaking is important!”
“Mr. Sinclair is a rare catch. If this fails, you’ll regret wasting our efforts!”
Their “concern” made me clench my fists.
For my own good? Ridiculous.
They were selling me to pay their debts to Lucas Sinclair, that violent man.
I’d promised to work hard to repay them, but they didn’t believe me.
They tricked me, drugged me, and let Lucas torment me.
When I got pregnant, they guilt-tripped me, begging on their knees not to abort.
I hated my past naivety, valuing family ties even as they sold me out.
Reborn, I wouldn’t fall for it again.
Frustrated by my indifference, my parents fumed but could only press on with the matchmaking.
Chloe’s face grew darker.
Suddenly, she stood, forcing a smile. “Amelia, I’m not feeling well. Can you come to the restroom with me?”
**3**
Curious, I followed her.
As soon as the door closed, she lunged for my throat. I slapped her away hard.
Chloe cried out in pain.
Too angry to care, she glared. “Amelia, if you’re committed to being childfree, don’t ruin this for me!”
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed—you’ve been trying to chat up Mr. Sinclair!”
I couldn’t reveal my rebirth, so I played innocent.
“Chloe, we’re best friends! Why would I steal your crush?”
She studied my face, finding no lies, and spat, “You’d better not, or you’ll regret it!”
Chloe strutted away, tugging her neckline lower to show off her curves.
At the table, she sat beside Lucas, pressing against him.
Lucas loved it.
He ignored me, eyeing Chloe intently.
When I went to pour water, I saw a man’s hand on her thigh—undoubtedly Lucas’s.
My parents grew anxious seeing me ignored.
Just like before, they drugged Lucas.
They used helping him rest upstairs as an excuse to urge me to “seize the opportunity.”
I nearly rolled my eyes, but noticed Chloe had seen everything.
She sneered, “So this is how you landed a wealthy heir—using dirty tricks!”
Before I could retort, she grabbed my wrist.
A strange scent wafted past my nose.
Suddenly, heat surged through me.
Chloe grinned maliciously. “My drugs work better than yours. One whiff, and you’ll be begging for any man.”
My legs weakened, and I collapsed.
Chloe placed a phone nearby, recording me.
She smirked. “I told your dad you’re unwell. He’s on his way.”
“Imagine if a video of you and your father goes viral. Think you can still compete with me then?”
She left my room and entered Lucas’s next door.
Through the thin walls, I heard grunts and moans.
Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. I pinched myself, fighting the haze.
My father was coming.
I couldn’t let Chloe’s scheme succeed!
Gritting my teeth, I crawled to the window.
I climbed out and jumped from the second floor.
Luckily, it wasn’t high, and I wasn’t hurt.
But the heat intensified, burning my breath.
Someone caught me as I stumbled, his voice worried. “Amelia, what’s wrong? You’re burning up!”
The familiar voice made my heart race.
I gripped his arm desperately. “Please… help me…”
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