Returning to the 1980s, watching my sister Emily Ortiz constantly complaining about hardships yet insisting on marrying the beggar at our door, I knew she had been reborn too. In my previous life, Walker Clark, son of General Nolan Clark who admired me, came to propose marriage. Emily, jealous of my engagement, secretly drugged Walker, forcing him into a relationship with her and making him marry her instead. I endured the heartbreak and attended Emily’s wedding, only to encounter Adrian Allen at the restaurant entrance, nearly starving to death. Emily covered her nose and told him to leave quickly, not to bring bad luck to her wedding day. But I pitied him as a human life, not only housing him in the village’s unused barn to recover his health, but also saving my own food to feed him daily. After Adrian regained his strength, he proposed going south to find his relatives. When Emily heard I had given him all my savings for travel expenses, she laughed at my foolishness. However, none of us expected that within just half a month, Adrian would return as the son of the wealthiest man, bringing an enormous dowry to marry me. Meanwhile, Emily was separated from Walker, who was stationed at the frontier on duty. Over three years, unable to bear the loneliness, she frequented dance halls and became pregnant with another man’s child. When Walker’s parents, Nolan and Alice Clark, discovered this, they sent her back home. My parents, Hudson Ortiz and Freya Ortiz, fearing others would mock Emily, sent her south to find me. Forgetting past grievances, I kindly arranged work for her. But seeing my manor villa, she demanded an outrageous $30 million in support money. I firmly refused, but Emily flew into a rage and strangled me with a rope she had prepared. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the engagement was arranged. ***** Freya said regretfully, “I never imagined Nolan’s son would choose Hannah.” Hannah Ortiz is my name. She slapped her thigh in disappointment, feeling sorry that the Clark family didn’t favor her beloved eldest daughter Emily. Emily, however, leisurely picked up the southern fruits the Clark family had brought and took a big bite. She said, “I don’t care about the Clark family. Soldiers are everywhere. What’s so special about Walker?” Hudson and Freya were stunned, and Freya asked, “Emily, do you have someone better in mind?” Emily raised her eyebrows and smiled, “Dad, Mom, just wait and see. When we have so much money we can’t even count it all, don’t complain about being tired.” I was dumbfounded, thinking, “What does this mean? Is she not planning to compete with me anymore?” Previously, to steal my captain fiancé, Emily had even resorted to drugging. On the night Walker and I got engaged, Emily convinced Hudson and Freya to call the entire village to our family’s barn. The neighbors, seeing the unconscious Walker and Emily with her shoulder exposed, all assumed they were truly in love. I was devastated but had no choice but to give up the engagement, allowing Emily to become part of the Clark family. But this time, Emily never mentioned Walker. On my wedding day, she dressed up carefully, wearing a fashionable outfit I’d never seen before. I feared Emily would cause trouble again, until I saw her flirting with the beggar at the restaurant entrance, and only then did I relax. So she had been reborn too, and had set her sights on the beggar husband I had taken in during my previous life. Emily bent down, her chest half-exposed, and said coquettishly to the beggar, “Are you hungry? Come home with me. I have lots of delicious food at home.” Who could have imagined that their beloved daughter would seduce a beggar? Freya trembled with rage and shouted on the spot, “Emily, what are you doing?” Not only did Emily feel no shame, but she said confidently, “I’m looking for a boyfriend, of course. I’m definitely going to marry this beggar.” Hearing this, Hudson’s eyes turned red with anger, and he reached out to pull her away while scolding her. But Emily hugged the filthy beggar tightly, pressing her chest against the beggar’s face so hard that his features became somewhat distorted. I stood aside in my wedding dress, watching coldly. The beggar, however, seemed enraged and said, “Get lost!” For a moment, Hudson, Freya, and Emily were all stunned. Looking at his familiar expression, I straightened up.
In my previous life, I kindly took in Adrian when he was begging on the streets. My family was very poor with little food, but seeing his pitiful state, I gave him the food I saved even though I starved myself to the point of developing stomach problems. Adrian was homeless, so I secretly hid him in an abandoned barn in the village to help him recover. In the end, I softened and gave him all the savings I had earned from sewing clothes for others as travel money. Half a month later, Adrian came back with a generous dowry and married me. I thought he was repaying my kindness. Until one day when he got drunk and let something slip: “Hannah, do you know why I married you? Because I’ve never played around with a village woman like you before.” My whole body gradually turned cold as I discovered that Adrian had a messy private life, just well-hidden. He always had mistresses around him. When I confronted him with evidence wanting a divorce, he said: “What are you pretending for? I’m already being good to you by not making you raise my mistresses’ children.” But later, he still brought his illegitimate children home. When I refused to raise them, he held a knife to my throat and forced me. The manor villa housed Adrian’s three illegitimate children. Emily came to me asking for money. Forget about 30 million dollars – Adrian would question me even if I spent a single cent. I was just a nanny raising his children, not the lady of the house. I thought: “Emily, since you want this kind of life so badly, you can have it.” Seeing Adrian’s arrogant attitude, Hudson rolled up his sleeves ready to hit him, but Adrian fainted from physical exhaustion. Emily pulled Hudson and Freya aside, taking out a missing person notice from her handbag. She whispered: “Dad, Mom, he’s the son of Christian, the richest man in Florida. His family has great influence. Though he’s down and out now, once he returns to his family in half a month, he’ll be very powerful.” The three of them got extremely excited, preparing to carry Adrian home. I reminded Hudson and Freya that my wedding was about to start and they needed to hurry inside. Emily snorted coldly: “What’s so great about marrying some broke captain? I’m going to marry the richest man’s son. You better get lost and stop interfering with my good fortune.” It didn’t matter that Emily wouldn’t attend my wedding. But Freya also chimed in: “How could your business be more important than Emily’s? Just attend your own wedding. Don’t waste our time.” With that, they abandoned me and left without looking back. Tears streamed down my face as I thought: “Are they really this biased?” The more I thought about it, the sadder I became. Suddenly, a warm, large hand wrapped around my waist. I spun around to see Walker pulling me into his arms like a protective puppy guarding his food. His strong chest muscles stirred feelings of affection in my heart. Looking into his deep eyes, my heart skipped a beat. No wonder everyone said Walker was the most handsome man in the military district. There was really no arguing with that. I turned to see Alice approaching as well. She patted my back and said angrily: “I’ve long seen how biased your parents are. From now on, you’ll be my daughter. I’ll cherish you.” The wedding was grand. With Walker’s parents and Walker backing me up, no one dared mock me. Instead, when I returned home that day, I heard Emily’s scandal spreading throughout the village as soon as I entered. The villagers were all saying that Emily had picked up a beggar from the street. Not only did she bring him home, but she also slept with him that very night. Moreover, Emily kept telling everyone that the beggar was her man and that no one was allowed to compete with her for him. Looking at my family’s front gate, I noticed that despite it being daytime, it was tightly shut. This was definitely because Hudson and Freya were too ashamed to face the villagers’ criticism. However, the scene inside the house made me want to gouge out my eyes. To marry the richest man’s son, Emily was truly shameless.
Emily was wearing a camisole, getting intimate with Adrian in the courtyard. Only after seeing Walker and me did she casually throw on a light jacket. Emily sneered, “You just brought back two bottles of cheap wine? I thought the General’s family could come up with something better.” Though this wine couldn’t compare to the treasures in the richest family’s wine cellar, it was still military-exclusive stock that outsiders couldn’t even buy. Hearing Emily’s words, Walker frowned, clearly displeased. Adrian had his shirt collar unbuttoned, staring at me lecherously. Emily unhappily blocked his view, afraid I might steal her beggar husband: “Why are you dressed so nicely? Who are you trying to seduce? Go inside and take those clothes off for me. What makes you think you deserve to wear such expensive clothes?” Walker frowned: “I gave those to her…” I quickly covered his mouth: “I’ll take them off right now. If you like them, I’ll give them to you.” With that, I pulled Walker into the inner room. He shook off my hand in frustration, clearly dissatisfied with my compliance. I chuckled softly. This was nothing—Emily had taken so many good things from me since childhood. Besides, she wouldn’t be smug for much longer. Freya came into the room and pulled me aside, whispering her complaints: “Don’t just buy wine next time—just give money directly.” Then she yanked the gold necklace from my neck and handed it to Emily. She whispered, “Emily, is the travel money enough now? When is this beggar going to Florida to find his relatives?” Emily said impatiently, “Isn’t it great that he likes being with me? The better we treat him, the deeper his feelings for me will be. Then we can ask for more bride price when the time comes. Don’t you get it?” That’s when I noticed the old yellow cow from our barn was gone. Emily’s dresses, which she always loved, had also disappeared from her wardrobe. Hudson and Freya had obviously lost weight, looking like they hadn’t had many full meals, staring at the cake I’d casually bought and swallowing constantly. Instead, Adrian was covered in designer brands, completely different from how he looked at the restaurant entrance a few days ago. His cheeks were no longer sunken, and he’d filled out considerably. Looking at the empty kitchen, I was stunned. To scrape together his travel money, they’d sold everything valuable in the house? Moreover, all those bride gifts the Clark family had given me were gone too. Hudson and Freya were usually stingy, but to get Emily married to the richest man’s son, they were willing to sacrifice everything. Freya had everyone sit down for dinner, and Emily had Adrian sit in the head seat of the house. That spot had always been Hudson’s. He coughed in dissatisfaction but got elbowed by Freya. She said, “Think long-term—imagine that three-story mansion.” Walker and I had nowhere to sit, so we could only stand beside the dining table. Adrian cleared his throat, and Hudson and Freya both straightened up. Then Adrian said, “Hudson, I’ve been in the village for quite a few days now. It’s time I head south to look for my birth parents.” Hearing this, Hudson and Freya were thrilled, almost moved to tears with excitement. Freya said, “Good, Adrian. When you find your birth parents, don’t forget about us.” Emily looked reluctant as she acted coquettish: “Adrian, I’m your lifesaver. You have to remember to come back and marry me.” A flash of disgust crossed Adrian’s expression. Soon, Adrian nodded: “Alright.” Then he eagerly grabbed his bundle. Hearing his answer, Emily became incredibly smug. She looked as if Adrian would return with a hefty bride price to marry her the very next second. Emily arrogantly waved at me: “Didn’t Walker drive here? You two can take us to the station—Adrian needs to ride in a luxury car.” Today’s events had made Walker furious: “No way. You bully my wife, and I’m supposed to help you escort your lover? What do you take me for?” Emily blurted out, “We still have use for you now, so you should be happy. You think you can stay in the city much longer? Once you get deployed to the frontier, you won’t be able to act so arrogant.” Walker was stunned. I glanced at Emily and dragged the still-dazed Walker to the car: “We’re not taking you.” Emily pounded on the car door, saying angrily, “Hannah, you’ve gone too far. Well, let’s see what happens—in half a month, you won’t be able to act so high and mighty.” That sentence kept echoing in my mind until half a month later, when our home phone rang. I picked up and heard Freya’s voice through the receiver: “Hannah, come back quickly. That beggar…”
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