Reborn- I Refuse the Death Adoption

To teach our daughter gratitude, my husband and I often took her to volunteer at a nearby orphanage when we had time. There was one little girl there—Cassandra—born with a disability that left her unable to walk. My daughter's heart ached for her, seeing how hard her life was.

So she begged us to buy Cassie new clothes. Of course, we did, and we brought the gifts to her.

But then, something unexpected happened. The moment Cassie put on the new dress, she grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go.

"Auntie," she whispered, her voice trembling, "Cassie wants to be your daughter too… Will you adopt me? I promise I'll be good."

My husband and daughter pleaded with me until I finally gave in.

I never imagined that just a week later, our daughter would fall from the balcony and die.

Not long after, my husband and I were killed in a car crash.

And Cassie? She inherited everything.

As my spirit lingered, I watched in horror as she stood effortlessly from her wheelchair, her face twisting into a wicked grin. She tore our family portrait to shreds and laughed.

"It's all mine now," she said.

Then—I woke up.

Back on the day we decided to adopt her.

This time, the second her fingers brushed mine, I yanked my hand away.

"Auntie, this dress is so pretty," Cassie gushed, her eyes wide with fake innocence. "I've never had new clothes before. Thank you, Auntie. Thank you, Uncle. You're so kind!"

Then, her voice cracked with practiced sorrow. "Cassie wants to be your daughter too. The other kids bully me because of my legs… Please take me with you. I'll be good—I'll work like a horse if I have to!"

She even tried to slide off her wheelchair, as if to kneel.

My husband, Aaron, rushed to stop her, his face full of pity. "Sweetheart, you don't have to do that. We're glad you like the dress." He frowned. "Kids bully you here? I thought the director was decent—how could this happen?"

Our daughter's eyes welled up. "Mom, can we take her home? I'd love a little sister."

Her voice snapped me back to reality.

I had been reborn—on the very day we made the worst mistake of our lives.

In my past life, Cassie had played the perfect victim. Every time we visited, she was there, pulling at our heartstrings with her fake disability and rehearsed tears.

We adopted her to teach our daughter kindness.

And it got us all killed.

Because Cassie wasn't disabled.

She had never been disabled.