Reborn again, this time I perfectly avoided all interactions with my husband, Victor Jensen. When he persuaded me to become a housewife after graduation, I secretly applied for graduate school. When he decided to use our money to support his first love, Linda Murphy, I quietly transferred funds from our accounts. When Victor said he was ready to marry me, I chose to run away. In my previous life, Linda and I gave birth on the same day, and he switched our babies. My child died young, while I raised Linda’s child to adulthood. One Christmas, they pushed me off a cliff to my death so they could be a family. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at college graduation Christmas. ***** “Happy graduation!” My hands were suddenly filled with various kitchen items. I was momentarily dazed and dropped everything on the ground. The woman in front of me said unhappily, “Elizabeth, what are you doing? These are kitchenware I carefully prepared for you two, perfect for newlyweds!” Victor’s mother, Amy Brooks, continued to criticize me while I was still immersed in the shock of being reborn. I checked the date and realized today was the last day to apply for graduate school. “Are you even listening to me? How will you take care of Victor like this?” At the mention of Victor, the image of a football team captain immediately appeared in my mind. In my previous life, I thought I was lucky to have caught him. He was handsome, academically excellent, a former quarterback for the school football team, and talented at composing—any song he wrote would become popular on the campus radio. Now Victor wanted to become a doctor and was immediately noticed by a professor at Harvard Medical School, who took him as a student. Everyone envied my engagement to him, but only I knew he was a selfish bastard. Thinking about what Victor had done in my previous life, I clenched my fists and forced a smile. I said, “Please go home first, I have something to take care of.” Ignoring Amy’s calls, I rushed straight to an internet café off campus. My roommate was stunned when she saw me quickly open the graduate school application system and asked if I hadn’t decided to be a housewife. I smiled and answered, “It’s the 21st century now. I can’t be constrained by marriage. Pursuing graduate studies and my own career is my goal!” Perhaps not expecting such a sudden change, my roommate looked at me with approval. After completing the form, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to campus. In my previous life, I had followed Victor’s advice and became a housewife after graduation, using the large inheritance my parents left me. With my support, he had no worries and went straight into hospital internship after graduation, later rising quickly with the professor’s backing. He was transferred to a city hospital, and Linda followed him to the city, while I was left in the suburbs. When we met again, it was during my childbirth. Linda and I were placed in the same delivery room, and I watched Victor comfort and care for Linda. Yet when I just wanted water, he found it troublesome and told me to get it myself. I was heartbroken but thought I would devote myself to raising my child once he was born. I watched my child, Bob Jensen, grow from an adorable baby learning to talk to a young man who became increasingly impatient with me, not even willing to come home for Thanksgiving. I thought Bob was just too busy with work, until that Christmas when I was sixty-five, I discovered the truth. Victor, Bob, and Linda had been living together all along. I rushed forward to confront them, and Bob immediately stood in front of them, pushing me hard. Bob said, “Mom, you should just stay quietly in the nursing home. Why do you have to ruin our holiday gathering? I don’t want others to know I have a mother who only knows housework and has no vision.” Victor didn’t even look at me, only concerned with comforting Linda, who was crying from the shock. Victor looked at me coldly and said he wanted a divorce.
I don’t want a divorce. I’ve invested my entire life in the Jensen family. I was the one who took care of Victor’s parents when they were sick, while he was out vacationing and enjoying himself. And Bob—I raised him without any help until he was eighteen, when they finally started speaking to each other. Now Bob says I don’t understand anything, that I’m just a country bumpkin. I shouted so loudly that even the neighbors were drawn to the noise, and eventually they reluctantly compromised. Later, the four of us went hiking together, and the three of them tried to push me off a cliff. I desperately clung to Bob’s leg, begging him to save me for the sake of our mother-son bond. He looked at me with disgust and angrily revealed the truth: “You’re not even my real mother. Your biological daughter died at birth, and since my birth mother was too weak to care for me, I became your child.” “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t have wanted to be raised by you at all!” In that moment, I completely let go. I realized that my entire life, I’d been raising someone else’s child. I suddenly regretted giving up my career to become a housewife. In the end, Bob kicked me off the cliff without a second thought. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at graduation day. I had just returned to school when I saw Amy complaining with a frown. Victor didn’t argue, he just remained silent. Linda was there too, gently rubbing Amy’s back to comfort her, then she noticed me. Linda said, “Elizabeth is back. I’m sure she didn’t mean to upset you.” Linda tried to take my hand, saying softly, “Apologize to Amy quickly…” I dodged her hand. Victor looked confused and asked, “What’s wrong with you?” Amy, even more irritated, said, “Just ignore her.” As she spoke, she pulled two bank cards from her pocket and handed one to Victor and one to Linda with a beaming smile. The three of them held hands like family, completely treating me as an outsider. Linda looked up at me and timidly said, “Elizabeth doesn’t have one…” Amy snorted coldly, while Victor, after hearing this, pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. He said, “She doesn’t need this money, but you do.” “It’s not easy for a girl like you to get by. Take this money.” I had planned to just stand by and watch, but seeing this, I lunged forward to grab the money from his hand. I said, “Victor, you’re giving my money to your ex-girlfriend right in front of me. Did you ask for my permission?” Victor was furious and kept the money out of my reach. He said, “You have so much money, I’m just taking a little bit.” “Linda has no parents and lives alone. How can you be so heartless not to help her?” I was furious. I’m an orphan too. The Jensen family might not have money, but they can’t give mine to others. Linda was frightened to tears by my reaction. “Please don’t fight because of me. If she doesn’t want to give the money, then I won’t take it,” she said, covering her face and running away. Victor immediately chased after her, and after some coaxing in front of me, Linda finally accepted the money. I desperately wanted to follow them but was blocked by Amy. She said, “Our family doesn’t welcome petty women like you!” I couldn’t break free, and eventually Victor came to separate us. He looked at me coldly and said, “Elizabeth, I’m so disappointed in you.” Then he shook his head, seemingly compromising. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t give her money anymore.” I knew they wouldn’t be willing to give up my money. After they left, I immediately went to the bank to handle some business. Victor knew all my bank card PINs. When I checked my balance, I discovered that a lot of money had disappeared without my knowledge. This wasn’t the first time Victor had done this. I immediately changed my bank card PIN, then returned to school to find my advisor, Danielle White. She had been a great mentor to me, and many of the major awards I’d received were thanks to her guidance. Danielle was delighted to hear I wanted to pursue graduate studies, and then asked if I’d like to join her research project at Stanford University. We would be leaving next month. She offered to mentor me for free. I was thrilled. Stanford University was my dream school. I agreed immediately and started researching flights for next month. The ticket prices weren’t high for me. I clasped my hands tightly, thinking excitedly, “Soon, I’ll be free.”
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