In my previous life, I randomly bought a lottery ticket at a convenience store, and it won me 80 million dollars. Three days later, our pregnant young nanny jumped into a river and ended her life. Before she died, she left behind a letter and a video. In them, she claimed that I had long humiliated and abused her and even slandered her by accusing her of seducing my husband. In the video, my voice could clearly be heard berating her. “You bitch! Who told you to use a mop to clean the floor? Kneel and scrub every inch of the floor. If it’s not clean, you won’t get dinner tonight.” I called my husband to testify for me, but he firmly insisted that I was always this arrogant and cruel, constantly abusing others. He even lifted his shirt to reveal bruises and injuries on his body. I was speechless, unable to defend myself, and became the target of public scorn. In the end, the 80 million dollars I won was all given as compensation to the nanny’s sister. I spent my life in prison, consumed by fear, and to my dying breath, I could never understand how the always gentle and kind nanny could accuse me, only to then jump into the river and end her life. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I won the lottery. “Mrs. White, breakfast is ready. Please come and eat while it’s still hot.” The nanny, Amy Mason, smiled gently, just like usual, preparing my favorite breakfast and bringing it to the table. She called me to eat with the same soft voice, but I felt a shiver run through me. Amy was just in her early twenties, with a beautiful appearance and a gentle temperament. After my husband, Luca White, and I got married, both of us were busy with work and often came home late at night. Out of necessity, we hired a nanny through an agency to prepare our meals and take care of the housework. I had intended to hire an older woman, but Amy had cried and told us she was from the rural village. If she couldn’t find a job, her father would sell her off to a fool as his wife. She begged us for a chance, saying she would accept a lower salary and was willing to learn anything. Feeling sorry for her, Luca and I decided to hire her. She was diligent, gentle, and embodied the simplicity and hardworking spirit typical of village folk. After more than a year of work, she had made no mistakes. It was hard for me to connect her to the pale, bloated corpse I saw in the river in my previous life. Just not long ago, she had excitedly told me she was pregnant with her boyfriend’s child and planned to quit her job in a while to focus on her pregnancy. “Mrs. White, what are you thinking? Is the breakfast I made this morning not to your liking? I can make you a new one,” Amy said, already preparing to take my plate away. I shook my head, forcing myself to calm down. “It’s nothing. I was just thinking about work. The breakfast is as delicious as always.” Amy sighed in relief, then turned to grab a cloth and began wiping down the coffee table in the living room. I chewed on the bread in my mouth but felt no taste. “What went wrong?” I wondered. Just then, Luca walked out of the bedroom. Amy immediately put down the cloth in her hand and greeted him. He simply nodded in response. “Mm.” He walked over to me, took the half-eaten, dry piece of bread from my hand, and thoughtfully spread blueberry jam. “Darling, what are you thinking? You forgot the jam.” If it hadn’t been for the fact that, in my previous life, he had angrily accused me of being a malicious woman in front of everyone, I might have been fooled by his considerate, good-husband act. In my previous life, everyone believed that I had driven Amy to her death. I had seen Luca as my last hope. He knew exactly how I treated her. Yet, I never expected him to become the final straw that broke me. He held Amy’s lifeless body in his arms, his eyes red with anger as he shouted at me, “You often bully and beat me, and I can tolerate that because I’m your husband. No matter what, I could endure! “But Amy is innocent. She worked so hard, and you forced her to the point where she jumped into the river! “She was pregnant, for God’s sake!” Luca screamed in agony, his voice hoarse, as if he’d gone mad. He even showed everyone the bruises and wounds on his body, trying to prove to the world that I was a cruel, abusive woman. I was too weak to defend myself, just sitting there, helpless, while the crowd pointed their fingers at me. “How heartless can this woman be? She even beats her husband.” “I know her. She lives in my neighborhood. The nanny she hired was so efficient and worked for a low wage. I had no idea she was being treated like this at home.” “Yeah, and she was pregnant! That’s two lives lost. How could anyone be so heartless?” The insults felt like sharp blades piercing through my skin, but I couldn’t refute any of it. The police took me away. In court, the letter, the video, and the witness testimonies piled up. Each piece of evidence was as solid as a mountain. I became the online target of scorn, labeled as a heartless employer and a bullying, malicious woman. Even on the way from the courtroom to the prison, countless people threw rotten eggs at my head, condemning me. My parents were dragged into the scandal as well, branded as the parents of a malicious woman. They had been teachers their entire lives, only to be pointed at by everyone in their old age, accused of failing to raise their daughter properly, unfit to be educators. In the end, they died of heart attacks at home, their bodies found only after they had begun to decompose. Yet, even as I was tortured to death in prison, I couldn’t understand why Amy suddenly ended her life. Why were there marks of abuse on Luca’s body? Now that I was given a second chance at life, I was determined to uncover the truth. I had to know what really happened.
I silently finished my breakfast. Then, I heard Amy’s voice. “Mrs. White, I see that the lottery draw is today. Don’t forget to check!” Suddenly, I remembered that today was the day of the lottery draw. That meant, in just one week, Amy would jump into the river and end her life. I only had one week left. I went to the living room and picked up the lottery ticket. I entered the numbers into my phone, and sure enough, I had won 80 million dollars. At some point, Amy had walked over to my side, staring at the screen in shock. “Eight million dollars? Mrs. White! You won 80 million dollars?” Amy seemed ecstatic, spinning in excitement in the living room. I watched her, her energy bubbling over, but a question slowly formed in my mind. It was my win, yet she seemed even happier than I was. After a long silence, Amy finally realized that she had gotten too carried away. In my previous life, she had acted the same way. When I discovered I had won the lottery, she seemed even more thrilled than I was. But back then, I was too caught up in my own joy to notice how strange her behavior was. Luca had already left for work. I pretended to be excited, holding the lottery ticket and dancing around the living room. I talked about how Luca and I would go out for a fancy dinner tonight and plan a trip abroad to see the world. When Amy heard I was going to travel, she put down the cloth in her hands and stood in front of me, looking somewhat embarrassed. “Mrs. White, if you and Mr. White are going to travel, may I ask for a couple of days off? My mother has been ill recently, and I’d like to go back and take care of her. “Also, I’ve been feeling a little tired lately because I’m pregnant.” Her face was filled with worry, as if she were about to cry, clearly afraid I might say no. Not long ago, she had mentioned she was pregnant. It was with her boyfriend from the city. Both Luca and I were happy for her. Finally, she had escaped the village and found herself a good future. We even told her when she had the baby, she would bring it to our home to visit. I gently took her hand and comforted her, “It’s okay, Amy. If your family is sick, you should go back. I’ll give you a monetary gift in a bit. Please send my regards to your mother.” She looked at me gratefully, then turned and went back to her room to start packing. I watched her retreating figure, suddenly recalling something. “Amy, do you have a younger sister at home?” Her footsteps faltered. “No… no, Mrs. White, you must be mistaken.” “Maybe I’ve just had too much on my mind lately and mixed things up,” I quickly added to smooth things over. She hastily walked into her room and slammed the door shut. I stood there, silently pondering her reaction, feeling something wasn’t quite right. In my previous life, the 80 million dollars I won from the lottery was given to her younger sister as compensation. But now, she claimed she didn’t have a sister. Then, who did my 80 million dollars go to? Now, after I had just won the money, she was suddenly heading back to her hometown to visit family. In the year she had worked for us, every time she received a call from home, she was always impatient. Her alcoholic, abusive father and gambling-addicted mother would constantly find ways to ask her for money. Why would she suddenly want to go back and visit them? There had to be some hidden secret. After packing, Amy bid me farewell and left. I wrapped myself tightly and quietly followed her. But what I saw next completely disappointed me.
I followed Amy to her and her boyfriend’s place. It was in an old, rundown area of the city, a dilapidated house with no proper pavement or road. Yet, none of that seemed to affect the relationship between Amy and her boyfriend. The soundproofing in the house was poor, so I crouched by the wall, listening carefully to their conversation inside. “Amy, your parents treat you so badly. Are you really going back? “You’re pregnant, too. I’m worried about you. This is our first child.” Her boyfriend’s face was filled with worry. However, Amy smiled brightly, eagerly pulling her boyfriend, James, closer. “Don’t worry, James. This time, I’m going back not just to take care of my mother, but to bring back my passport so we can get married. “When I went for the prenatal checkup at the Medical University Hospital last time, didn’t the doctor say the baby’s healthy? That’s the best hospital in the city, so don’t worry!” While listening against the wall, I caught a crucial piece of information. Amy had gone to the Medical University Hospital for a prenatal checkup. I looked at James’ honest face and the concern he had for her. Even though my suspicions about Amy and Luca had eased somewhat, I knew I couldn’t let my guard down. I decided I needed to go to the hospital myself to confirm. I called an old classmate who worked at the hospital, telling her that Amy was my distant cousin and asking if she could find her prenatal checkup records for me. She quickly found the records for me. The records clearly stated that Amy was over two months pregnant. Two months… I pulled out my phone and searched through the chat history with Luca. About two months ago, he had gone on a business trip out of town for over a month. Everyone in his company could confirm this. During that time, Amy had been with me at home every day. They couldn’t have had any time to be together, let alone secretly have a child. I walked back home in a daze, feeling like a heavy weight was pressing on my chest. My greatest suspicion had been that Amy and Luca were having an affair, and after learning I had won 80 million dollars, they had plotted to kill me and run away together with the money. But now, all of my assumptions had been overturned. Amy was innocent, and so was Luca. Restlessly, I paced around the living room, overwhelmed by a sense of pain and despair. As I looked up, I noticed the surveillance camera in the living room. I remembered the footage from my previous life, where she had slandered me. I opened my phone and scrolled through all the footage from the past three months. In the footage, everything was normal. There were no scenes of me ordering Amy to kneel and scrub the floor, and there were no instances of me verbally abusing her. I felt like I was on the verge of a breakdown. I spent three days alone in the house, trying to make sense of everything, but I couldn’t come up with a single clue. Three days later, Amy returned. She looked different from the usual exhaustion, and she seemed full of energy. “Mrs. White, I brought back some eggplants from my hometown. How about I make an eggplant stew for dinner?” I tried to pull myself together and respond to her. “Don’t put in the eggplants. Amy, you really are forgetful. Didn’t I tell you I’m allergic to eggplants?” She stood there, looking a little embarrassed and scratching her head, saying she had forgotten. Her expression was calm as usual, and she quickly got to work, even more chatty and friendly than usual. I looked at her, and a sudden thought crossed my mind. I picked up my phone and made a call. The next day, the sound of urgent knocking on the door shattered my peaceful sleep. “Quick, come downstairs and check! Your nanny, Amy, jumped into the river!” The anxious voice of my neighbor woke me up from my deep slumber. I calmly got up and took my time applying a delicate layer of makeup. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but smile. The show was about to begin.
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