I, Fiona Porter, made my first move after being reborn—I replaced the water in the pesticide bottle with actual poison. In my previous life, just as our family had started to accumulate some savings, my husband Daniel Jacobs failed in business and racked up $130,000 in debt. With guilt written all over his face, he said he didn’t want to drag me and his mother Mary Jacobs down with him, then committed suicide by drinking pesticide. To prevent creditors from coming to collect the debt, Mary hid all our remaining money inside the coffin. When the creditors couldn’t get their money, they forcibly took our house. I got my leg broken by them while trying to protect Mary. Unexpectedly, on the day of the funeral, Daniel’s coffin suddenly caught fire, and all the money burned to ashes. I single-handedly supported the family, working day and night to pay off debts while caring for Mary until she passed away, eventually ending up riddled with illness and gray-haired. When I could only survive by collecting scraps on the street, I stumbled upon Daniel, whom I hadn’t seen for years. He was walking down the street with his arm around a woman and child, well-dressed and living comfortably. “Daniel, you’re so clever—faking your death to escape the debts, then taking the money to remarry me,” the woman said with a laugh. Daniel responded coldly, “That woman was just too stupid. Since she took my place, it’s only right that she paid the money and did the work.” I was shocked beyond belief and died on the spot from the rage. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Daniel faked his death by drinking pesticide. ***** “Fiona, I’ve wronged you. Not only did I lose all our money, but I also owe $130,000. I deserve to die!” “I can’t drag you down with me. I might as well just die—death cancels all debts!” Daniel knelt before me, crying his heart out, having even prepared a coffin in advance. Tears streaming down his face, filled with remorse, he grabbed the pesticide bottle and was about to pour it into his mouth. In my previous life, I was too shocked to react and couldn’t stop him in time. This time, I reacted quickly, rushing forward to grab his wrist tightly and tilting the bottle outward. The entire bottle of “pesticide” spilled onto his clothes and the floor—not a single drop went down Daniel’s throat. Ignoring his ugly expression, I threw away the bottle and gripped his hands tightly. I said, “Daniel, life is far more important than money. Please don’t do anything foolish!” “No matter how difficult things get, there’s always a way out. I’ll give you my savings to pay off the debt—we’ll figure this out together!” I looked at him with worry written all over my face, appearing completely devoted to his well-being. The moment he heard about money, a flash of desire flickered in his eyes, and he asked urgently, “Really? You’re willing to give me your money?” I sneered inwardly: “He’s putting on such a performance—isn’t it all for my money?” I said, “Of course. We’re husband and wife—if I don’t help you, who will?” After some persuasion, Daniel appeared to abandon his suicidal thoughts and excitedly went to get my money. Watching the barely concealed excitement in his eyes, my heart turned ice-cold. In my previous life, he had used the excuse of paying off debts to swindle my money. Then he faked his death by drinking pesticide to make off with all our family savings and run away with another woman. Meanwhile, I had my leg broken by creditors while trying to protect Mary and that empty coffin supposedly containing money, and I was left with massive debts. I had to care for Mary and spent my entire life paying off debts, eventually reduced to surviving by collecting scraps. But Daniel remarried someone else and lived happily with his family of three. Thank God I was given a second chance at life. Since Daniel was determined to drink pesticide, this time water wouldn’t be enough—let’s make it the real deal.
I took out all my savings and gave them to Daniel to pay off his debts. Even Mary, who had always been prejudiced against me, looked puzzled, clearly not expecting me to be so forthcoming. Wiping away my tears, I said, “Mary, Daniel and I are husband and wife. His debts are our debts, and I’ll definitely help him pay them off.” “Good thing you still have some money. Whether we’ll be able to afford meat in the future depends on you.” Mary immediately became alert and glared at me irritably: “I knew you had ulterior motives! That’s my retirement money—why should it be spent on you two!” She turned and went into the house, brought out her savings, and handed them to Daniel: “Take this money and use it too.” The two exchanged a knowing glance, and Daniel took it without hesitation, practically walking away with all the cash in the house. I knew he wouldn’t use it to pay off debts—he’d just take the money and run, leaving me alone to bear the $130,000 debt. But that was fine. He wouldn’t need that money much longer anyway. Early the next morning, the sound of slamming doors came from outside the courtyard. A group of tall, burly men stormed to our doorstep, all looking fierce. Their leader, Owen Freeman, had a knife scar across his cheekbone. He kicked open the courtyard gate and struck his club heavily against the stone, creating a loud bang. “Daniel,” he said, “time to pay up, don’t you think?” In my previous life, when these men came to the door, he had already faked his death and escaped. This time, I wouldn’t let him succeed. I quickly hid behind Daniel, my voice trembling as I shouted, “Who are you people? How dare you break into our home! Daniel, help me!” As I spoke, I pushed him forward a step, making him stand at the very front. The moment Daniel saw them, his face turned deathly pale and his body involuntarily shuddered. His legs went weak as he swallowed hard: “Owen, $130,000 is just too much. I really can’t pay it back.” Owen flashed a menacing smile, the scar on his face twitching along with it. “You can’t pay it back?” he said. “That’s not what you said when you borrowed the money. Don’t even think about defaulting!” Our commotion attracted nearby neighbors, many of whom poked their heads out to look, though none dared approach—they only watched from a distance. “Wasn’t Daniel’s family supposed to be well-off? Who would’ve thought they’d suddenly owe $130,000.” “When will they ever pay that back? This business venture wasn’t worth it.” “Great, now they didn’t make any money, and the creditors are at their door instead.” More and more onlookers gathered, chattering among themselves. Daniel’s face flushed red as he shouted loudly, “I don’t have money, but I have my life! If you keep pushing me, I’ll just give you this life of mine!” Owen snorted with derision, looking at him mockingly: “You think you’re worth $130,000?” Everyone thought Daniel was just bluffing, but the next second, he actually pulled out a bottle of pesticide from his jacket. “Death cancels all debts,” he said. “Fiona, for you and Mom’s sake, I can only make up for this with my life. After I die, just put me in the coffin we already bought—don’t waste money, and bury me quickly.” He spoke with tragic heroism, not forgetting to earn himself a good reputation. As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and gulped down the pesticide. He drank it urgently and forcefully, as if afraid I might stop him. The crowd watched in shock as he threw away the bottle and began foaming at the mouth, convulsing all over. I rushed over crying, “Daniel, don’t leave me! How can I live without you!” Before I could get close, Mary was already wailing and threw her arms around Daniel as he collapsed: “My son! How could you kill yourself? You’re my only son!” She pushed me away roughly: “Don’t come near! Nobody touch my son!” I sat down on the ground, covering my face with my hands as I wept, looking utterly helpless. Owen frowned, looking at Daniel who kept rolling his eyes and drooling, and spat in disgust: “You’ve got guts, but don’t think death will get you out of paying. We’ll be back tomorrow!” The debt collectors left, and Daniel lay in Mary’s arms, his breathing growing weaker and weaker. He was covered in cold sweat, his body convulsing intermittently. The watching neighbors were also shaken by this scene. Someone quietly advised, “You should hurry and get him to the hospital—maybe he can still be saved.” But Mary responded coldly, “Go to the hospital for what? Those places just steal your money! Do you think our family doesn’t owe enough already?” She held Daniel tightly, refusing to let go no matter who tried to persuade her.
Watching Daniel’s breathing grow weaker and weaker, he tremblingly tugged at Mary’s sleeve with his shaking hand. “Mom, save me.” Mary thought it was still about the money and quickly said, “Don’t worry, we won’t let you down. We’ll definitely hide the money safely.” Daniel shook his head desperately, but to outsiders it looked like just a slight movement. He barely managed to squeeze out a voice: “Help me.” I immediately burst into loud tears, wailing heartbreakingly: “Daniel, how could this happen to you? Being pushed to this point—don’t die!” Daniel couldn’t catch his breath, his eyes rolled back, and he nearly passed out on the spot. A neighbor urged me, “Fiona, hurry up and take your husband to the hospital. Just lying there like this—isn’t that just waiting to die?” I cried until I was delirious, standing up sluggishly, but Mary rushed over and grabbed me. “You can’t go! Daniel is still lying here, and instead of caring for him, you’re running off to find some doctor?” She blocked me in every way possible, and others couldn’t help but advise, “Mary, Daniel isn’t dead yet. You need to find a doctor to save his life quickly. If you won’t go, fine, but why are you stopping Fiona?” Mary obviously couldn’t say it out loud, stammering for a long time without making any sense. Just then, a voice came from the crowd: “Let me through, I’ll take a look!” Someone shouted with delight: “Dr. Nelson is here!” Derek Nelson, a doctor who happened to be passing by, immediately ran over. Taking one look at Daniel’s complexion, he said gravely: “His condition is very serious. He must be rushed to a major hospital immediately.” But Mary held on even tighter: “No!” As a doctor, Derek couldn’t worry about anything else at this moment and directly took Daniel from Mary’s arms. He shouted urgently: “It’ll be too late if we wait any longer. Please, everyone help!” Some neighbors came forward to carry Daniel, others continued persuading Mary to agree to medical treatment, and someone even brought over their tricycle. The scene was complete chaos. When the vehicle arrived, everyone worked together to lift Daniel onto the tricycle. But Mary suddenly threw herself at the wheels, crying and shouting: “Where are you taking my son? Give him back to me!” I pleaded with her through red-rimmed eyes: “Mary, the doctor said Daniel can still be saved. He can definitely be cured!” Mary became even more agitated, shrieking: “No! How do I know if you’re really trying to save him? I know my son best. He’s beyond saving—there’s no point going to the hospital!” Her decisive words shocked everyone, who found it incomprehensible: “You’re his own mother! Without even trying, you’re just letting your son wait to die. That’s too heartless.” Mary angrily shot back: “What do you know? I naturally have my reasons.” No one understood her “reasons.” But the next second, everyone saw the dying Daniel begin to vomit violently. At first it was ordinary vomit, and people around instinctively pinched their noses and stepped back. But within seconds, Daniel actually started vomiting blood—massive amounts of fresh blood poured from his mouth as if his stomach had burst open. While everyone was still in shock, Mary had already rushed over and snatched Daniel back into her arms. She put her hands on her hips and shouted: “I told you he couldn’t be taken to the hospital! Now look what happened—all this moving around made my son vomit blood!” A neighbor spat and pointed at her, scolding: “We were trying to save your son out of kindness. The tricycle was ready, but you were the only one blocking us. Now we’re the ones in the wrong for trying to help!” I desperately pleaded: “Mary, if you keep blocking us, Daniel really will be beyond saving!” Mary turned and slapped me: “You bitch! Your husband just had an accident, and you’re already siding with outsiders against me!” I covered my face and cried: “But Daniel keeps vomiting blood!” The blood seemed endless. After Mary put him on the ground, fresh blood flowed from both corners of his mouth, pooling beneath him. Mary looked down and panicked a little, holding Daniel and saying softly: “Daniel, we’re not going to the hospital. Stop vomiting blood—you’re fine now.” The villagers around looked at her like she was crazy, but I understood—she still thought Daniel was acting. Derek took the opportunity to run over and carefully examine Daniel, checking his pulse. After confirming that Daniel had completely stopped moving, he withdrew his hand and said gravely: “It’s too late. He drank too much pesticide—his stomach has been corroded. My condolences.” Mary instinctively retorted: “Impossible! You quack doctor!” She glared viciously at Derek but didn’t notice that Daniel’s face had turned blue and his lips purple. I said quietly: “Mary, you may not know how to treat illness, but surely you can tell whether someone is still breathing.” Hearing this, Mary looked toward Daniel, who had long since stopped breathing, and tremblingly extended her finger toward his nose. Two seconds later, her face went deathly pale, and she collapsed to the ground.
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