Mom's bestie get married my dad.

She told me she would love me in Mom's place.

She blew through $300,000 in two days, then told my dad I had threatened to ruin her live, if she didn't give me the money.

She sold her jewelries, claiming that .

I forced her to help pay off my debts, threatening to jump off rooftop if she refused.

She was having an secret affair with my dad's male secretary!

They were making love in my dad’s car.

Then she had a miscarriage, she told my dad, that I pushed her down the stairs to prevent her from having a child from my dad.

Finally, Dad disowned me and abandoned me in the forest to fend for myself.

On the way, she and her “mistress” murdered me and buried me in the wilderness.

...

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the day stepmom had her miscarriage after making love with her lover in the car.

Sophia cheated with Dad's secretary.

Every time she sneaked out, she told Dad it was because I called her out.

Either I was threatening to suicide over a breakup, or I was drunk and causing a scene in a bar. She even made up stories about me having an STD and needing treatment.

If Dad hadn't stormed into my place last life, listing every "sin" I'd committed, I'd never have known how creatively she'd slandered me.

Right now, Dad's calls are blowing up my phone.

I answer to his accusations.

"What disgusting mess did you drag your stepmom into now?"

"Have a conscience, Vivi! Your stepmom's about to give birth. Stop tormenting her!"

When I stay silent, he grew even angrier, his voice rising to a roar. "Vivi! I'm warning you! I finally have a chance to have a child with her. If you dare let anything happen to her or the baby, you'll regret it. Send her back home now!"

He used to be gentle. Never lost his temper with past girlfriends.

But Sophia whispered that those women were gold-diggers faking sweetness.

So, I had driven away many women from his side.

The result? While my dad and I were locked in a battle of wills, Sophia became the woman in his bed and got pregnant.

If I hadn't seen them holding hands downtown, I would still have been happily thinking I had a great friend who was helping my dad avoid gold-diggers.

They married quickly, with a baby on the way. Fine. Let him have his wish.

But after the wedding, Dad's accusations became routine.

The problem was, I never knew what Sophia was really doing! I just covered for her when she begged.

It wasn't until that day when my dad stormed into my home with the severance papers, screaming that he was disowning me, that I realized I had been carrying the blame for so many things.

Remembering his cruelty last life—and how Sophia and her toy boy slaughtered me, a burning rage surged within me.

Sophia, today I'll personally expose your degrading disguise.

Dad, you'll see exactly how your "precious child" was made.

I smirked coldly. "Your wife's busy with her whip play. She doesn't want to come home. Maybe you should fetch her—at the park she always mentions."

As I hung up, fists pounded my door.

Dad shoved past me, storming through my apartment—bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, even closets—searching for Sophia.

His face was red, veins bulging on his neck. "What exactly did you make your stepmom do? Where is she? Why said she was playing with whips with you at the park, so why are you here?"

"You're a pathological liar! If I'd known you'd turn out like this, I should have strangled you at birth!"

His fury was delicious.

Good. Get angrier. The best is yet to come.

I leisurely sat back on the sofa and took a sip of coffee. "I said she's playing with whips. Not with me. with one, or several, lovers who are younger and handsomer than you.."

Dad's eyes turned feral. He slapped me. "Don't project your filth thoughts onto your stepmom!"