Reborn Heiress: My Cheating Husband's Downfall

In my past life, my billionaire husband Julian brought a frail, "traumatized" earthquake survivor named Ava into our home.

I didn't know she was his mistress until I was bleeding out on a sterile delivery bed.

While I fought for my life and our unborn child, Julian coldly signed a Do Not Resuscitate order.

In that life, I had cried, screamed, and begged for his love.

He just called me hysterical, slept with her in the guest wing, and secretly drained my pre-marital assets to buy her mansions and priceless pink diamonds.

I died completely broken, stripped of my dignity, listening to the flatline of my own heart monitor.

I couldn't understand how the man who promised me a perfect life could condemn me to death so easily.

Why did my blind love only earn me a tragic end while they lived happily ever after on my family's money?

Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day he brought Ava home.

This time, I didn't shed a single tear.

"Ava will be staying in the guest wing," Julian stated, expecting me to explode.

I smiled perfectly, welcomed her in, and secretly called my divorce attorney to trigger my prenup's exit clause.

This time, I chose to live for vengeance.