A few days later, Trevor cornered me again at the university entrance.
He carefully presented a bracelet:
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“Daisy, look! This is the token of our love you gave me back then. You said you’d marry
me when we grew up, remember?”
I frowned, taking a step back:
“Don’t remember.”
He clearly hadn’t expected that answer. A flicker of disappointment crossed his
But he quickly rallied:
eyes.
“It’s fine… As long as we’re together every day, you’ll eventually remember everything from before. We used to be so close, how could we ever be apart?”
I slowly raised my gaze:
“So, you think we should get back together?”
Trevor, completely missing the sarcasm in my voice, thought I was genuinely asking for
his opinion.
He nodded frantically:
“We grew up together! I’m the only one in the world who truly understands you. You’ll only be happy with me! Julian’s only after your money! I’m the one who genuinely cares
about you!”
My stomach churned, a wave of nausea washing over me:
“Don’t you have a mirror at home? Or some common sense? Why would I choose *you* when I have Julian, that gorgeous man? Am I insane?”
I might have been insane before, but certainly not now.
He tried to say more, but the bodyguards simply tossed him away.
I thought he’d stay quiet for a couple of days, but that night, my phone buzzed with a video.
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The moment I tapped it open, goosebumps erupted across my skin.
I knew this setting intimately. It was the dark web chamber, the one that had tormented me to breaking point in my past life.
But this time, the person lying there was Chloe, the one Trevor supposedly cherished
above all else.
Trevor stood over her, scissors in hand, laughing maniacally:
“Daisy, it was all because of this *bitch* that we missed out! Don’t worry! I’ll make her pay the price right now!”
The next second!
The sharp point of the scissors plunged into Chloe’s chest. Her violent struggles didn’t make Trevor flinch, not even for a second.
Instead, it only made him more frenzied.
He stabbed harder and harder, plunging the sharp points in again and again, laughing
wildly as he did:
“Daisy, look! I’m getting revenge for you! No one will ever bully you again!”
Blood splattered, painting the entire camera lens red.
Chloe’s struggles faded from violent thrashing to a horrifying silence.
I couldn’t watch anymore. All of it brought back the horrific memories of my own and my daughter’s brutal deaths in my past life.
It was utterly sickening…
I gagged, then vomited.
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Julian was startled by my reaction, immediately dropping what he was holding:
“What’s wrong? Did you eat something bad?”
I handed him my phone, letting him see the video. He looked just as disgusted:
“I always thought he was just a self-obsessed narcissist. I never imagined he was a murderer!”
I was too nauseous to speak, only able to mechanically repeat two words under my
breath:
“Call the police.”
By the time the police kicked down that door, Chloe was barely clinging to life.
Thankfully, emergency services arrived in time, and they saved her life.
But from that day on, she was confined to a wheelchair, unable to even control her basic bodily functions.
When the police pinned him down, Trevor’s eyes were bloodshot.
His mind, overwhelmed by extreme tension, was on the verge of snapping.
But he was still screaming:
“Let me go! I didn’t do anything wrong! What right do you have to arrest me?! I’m the billionaire’s future son-in-law! My wife will kill you all, just you wait! Hahahaha! I’m going to be a business titan! Who dares touch me?!”
Standing outside, I heard his words, and the hairs on my arms stood on end.
I knew, the person inhabiting that body now…
…was Trevor from my past life.
The moment our eyes met, he unleashed a primal scream at me, using every ounce of his
strength:
“Daisy! You dared to scheme against your own husband! Untie me now! I should have found a witch doctor to tear your soul apart and damn you to hell for eternity, you *bitch*! You and that *bastard* child of yours, you both deserve to die!!”
Hearing him mention my daughter, I snapped.
If I had any regrets in this life, it was not being able to properly make amends to my
child.
Thinking of my Lily, how she died so horribly protecting me in my last life, how she used her last breath to wipe away my tears, telling me not to cry… the image of her telling me not to cry ripped my heart to shreds.
I snatched the scissors from the floor and plunged them into his chest, the hatred a blinding fire in my mind:
“Die!! Trevor, just die!!!”
If Julian hadn’t pulled me away in time, I truly would have stabbed him to death right
there.
In the car on the way back, Julian asked me why I’d been so emotional.
I laid out everything from my past life, confessing it all.
I expected him to think I was crazy, but instead, he just pulled me into a comforting
embrace:
“Daisy, you’ve suffered so much.”
In that moment, the emotions I’d suppressed for years finally found their release, their
home.
I sobbed freely.
After graduating from my master’s program, Julian and I had a beautiful wedding.
Trevor was sentenced to life imprisonment for attempted murder.
But alas, it wasn’t enough.
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Not nearly enough.
A few days later, he was granted medical parole. He thought I was there to save him.
He was overjoyed.
Too bad. I was there to send him to hell.
In my past life, he dismembered me, turning me into a human abomination, and sold me
to the dark web for public display.
Now, I would make him experience a fate worse than death.
After his screams, his limbs were severed, one by one.
Trevor, did you know?
I’ve waited for this day for a very long time.
That night, as I talked with Julian about everything from the past, a wave of sudden nausea washed over me.
At the hospital, we found out I was pregnant.
A year later, holding my baby in my arms, I covered my face and wept with overwhelming emotion.
This child… it was clearly my Lily from the previous life.
She was grinning up at me, waving her tiny hands, as if trying to cheer me up.
It was as if she was saying, ‘Mommy, look, I’m back to be with you again!’
Leaning into Julian’s embrace, my heart was full of happiness.
Thankfully, in this life, the person who loved me was by my side.
And the person I wanted to protect had returned.
Everything was just perfect.
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