After Rebirth, I Refused to Be Their Scapegoat
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I died the day I caught my fiancé cheating.
I had walked in on my cousin and my fiancé, completely naked in the backseat of a brand-new Porsche. It was a car bought with stolen money—embezzled from the estate of my recently deceased grandmother, Margaret.
Panic had set in the moment I discovered them. To stop me from calling the cops, he slammed his foot on the gas.
As a pool of warm blood spread beneath my head, I heard him lying to the first responders: "She’s mentally unstable. She threw herself right in front of the car."
I died exactly like that—labeled a hysterical, suicidal woman.
But just when I thought it was all over, my eyes snapped open.
The hot blood that had just blurred my vision, the shattering agony in my bones—it was all gone.
I had walked in on my cousin and my fiancé, completely naked in the backseat of a brand-new Porsche. It was a car bought with stolen money—embezzled from the estate of my recently deceased grandmother, Margaret.
Panic had set in the moment I discovered them. To stop me from calling the cops, he slammed his foot on the gas.
As a pool of warm blood spread beneath my head, I heard him lying to the first responders: "She’s mentally unstable. She threw herself right in front of the car."
I died exactly like that—labeled a hysterical, suicidal woman.
But just when I thought it was all over, my eyes snapped open.
The hot blood that had just blurred my vision, the shattering agony in my bones—it was all gone.














































