Reborn for Revenge: Targeting the Trashy Couple

I suddenly opened my eyes, the blinding sunlight disorienting me instantly. This wasn't the hospital's sterile ceiling, but the small apartment I rented when I was twenty-three. The date on my phone burned like a red-hot iron against my chest — exactly one year before I was to marry Samuel Jones. Memories from my past life flooded uncontrollably. At twenty-four, Samuel Jones's left leg was broken by a truck as he tried to "save me." Moved by his sacrifice, I defied my family and married him. In the third year of our marriage, Samuel Jones' sister, Lydia Jones, was suffering from kidney failure. With red-rimmed eyes, he begged me, "Victoria, only you can save Lydia. I swear I will never betray you." I believed him. Lying on the operating table, in the final moments before the anesthesia took hold, I thought, from now on, we would truly be a family. But I never imagined that all my wholehearted devotion would be met with nothing but a complete and utter lie. On my thirtieth birthday, I left work early to surprise Samuel—only to stumble upon a scene between him and Lydia in our marital home that shattered me beyond words. "Samuel, do you think that fool Victoria Scott will ever realize we've been together all along?" Lydia Jones' voice was both sultry and venomous. Samuel Jones chuckled coldly, drenched in contempt: "So what if she finds out? Her kidney is in you; she'll never be free from us." "Then why did you save her in the first place? A broken leg's so inconvenient." "If I hadn't, how could she have willingly married me? Or agreed to donate her kidney?" Samuel's voice was icy: "But it doesn't matter. Once we get that demolition compensation condo under her name, we'll disappear—leave her to grow old all alone." I stood at the door, my blood freezing in my veins. So the so-called "life-saving debt" was a lie, and the so-called "deep sibling bond" was a lie too. The kidney I donated, the youth I sacrificed, all my love and trust—they had become a cruel joke to them. Rage and hatred burned through me like wildfire. I burst in, tore Lydia's nightgown, and scratched Samuel's face. In the chaos, my hand found the fruit knife on the coffee table. "Victoria Scott, you've lost your mind!" Samuel backed away in terror. "Crazy? It's you who drove me insane!" I screamed, the blade cutting into Samuel Jones's arm. "What you owe me—you'll pay it all back today!" I didn't know where I stabbed, only that blood splattered across my face. In the end, I dragged Samuel Jones and Lydia Jones and jumped from the twentieth-floor balcony. The instant the searing pain hit, I had only one thought: If there's a next life, I'll make these two scoundrels pay blood for blood! Now, I've truly been reborn. Looking at my young, innocent self in the mirror, I clenched my fists. Samuel Jones, Lydia Jones—in this life, I make the rules. What you owe me, I will reclaim bit by bit, principal plus interest!