After being reborn, I gave up my husband who only had eyes for
another woman.
Chapter 1
To get back her dead mom’s stuff, my
husband was going to fight in some
underground boxing match.
Last time around, I’d had a sudden heart
attack, and he’d bailed on the fight to rush
me to the hospital.
His childhood sweetheart, Brittany, never got
her mom’s things back and jumped off a
building.
Calm as you please, Hank took care of
everything, then, on the seventh day after her
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death, he’d taped me up in a punching bag
and beat me to death.
“You faked that heart attack so I’d miss my
chance, you killed Brittany! Now you’re going
to pay!”
I woke up, heart pounding, back on that day
again, but this time, I wasn’t calling Hank.
He was so eager to play hero, let him go for
- it.
I hit the floor, clutching my chest.
The memories from the last life were a punch
in the gut. My husband, Hank, a pro boxer,
slamming his fists into me, using me as a
in the gut. My husband, Hank, a pro boxer,
slamming his fists into me, using me as a
human punching bag until I died. The pain
was still fresh.
Waking up on that fateful day, I didn’t give
him a ring.
I wouldn’t stop him from risking it all for his
precious Brittany.
But when I dialed 911, it was his buddy, Josh,
who picked up.
“A heart attack? Come on, Wendy, you’re
laying it on thick. I know you’re worried about
Hank and trying to stop him from fighting, but
you don’t have to curse yourself to do it!”
Josh thought I couldn’t get a hold of Hank
く
Josh thought I couldn’t get a hold of Hank
and was calling him instead, making up some
lame heart attack excuse.
“No, that’s not it at all, I don’t need Hank…”
“Wendy, I get it. A little jealousy is natural,
especially when it’s a goddess like Brittany.”
Josh launched into a lecture. My breath was
getting short; I couldn’t die right now.
What was the point of being reborn?
I gritted my teeth and told him to stop talking
nonsense. “Send an ambulance to my house,
pronto! If I die, it’s your fault. This isn’t about
Hank.”
“Wendy, I’m only not calling you out for
“Women, honestly, why so petty? Hank’s a
free man, he can risk his neck for whoever he
wants.”
Josh huffed and hung up. He really thought I
was a drama queen.
The little things we had in the house were not
worth a public service! I was just throwing a
fit and embarrassing Hank.
They were thicker than thieves, but I never
thought Josh would be so reckless.
He didn’t even bother to check if I was telling
the truth before hanging up.
My vision was blurring, and I barely had the
strength to touch the phone. If things kept
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Last time, when Hank was on his way to that
illegal boxing match to win back Brittany’s
mom’s keepsake, I’d called him back.
He’d rushed me to the hospital, stayed for the
surgery, and missed his chance.
When he finally got to the venue, his
opponent, a chump he’d beaten countless
times before, had already won.
Hank saw the disappointment in Brittany’s
eyes and apologized.
But Brittany never saw him again. Days later,
word came that she was dead.
To get that keepsake back, she’d slept with
the winner, a violent scumbag.
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He’d abused her, left her covered in bruises,
and still didn’t give back what was hers.
Brittany couldn’t take it and jumped.
Hank had cleaned up her body and arranged
the funeral, but he never blamed me.
Then, on the seventh day of Brittany’s
passing, he drugged me, tied me to a
punching bag, and beat me into oblivion.
“You faked a heart attack and made me miss
my shot. That guy was a nobody; it was a
guaranteed win.”
“It’s all your fault, you killed Brittany! I should
have just let you die!”
“Wendy, how could I marry such a nasty
woman?”
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He punched me until my ears rang, my whole
body ached.
He blamed me for Brittany’s death, said I had
to pay.
“She only had her mom, that thing was the
last memory of her, and it was keeping her
alive until you got jealous.”
In the end, Hank beat me to death. He still
wasn’t satisfied and said he never wanted to
see me again in the next life.
He called me a jinx, said I deserved to die a
hundred times over.
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I was shaking so bad, but I managed to redial.
This time, Josh didn’t answer.
I gave my address and a quick rundown of my
situation.
“Heart attack?”
“Not her again,” Josh snatched the phone
from the other guy. “Seriously, Wendy, how
many times are you going to pull this stunt?
Get over it!”
“Josh, this is an emergency! Send an
ambulance.”
“Don’t fall for it. This woman’s a con artist. If
it weren’t for her trapping Hank, Brittany
would’ve married him long ago.”
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Josh was going on about my past, that
graduation party night. We’d both had too
much to drink.
I’d been crushing on Hank forever. He was a
boxer and such a stand–up guy.
On my first day of college, some creep was
taking pictures of me on the subway. Hank
chased him off and made him apologize.
