Reborn to Send My Husband to Jail

I was reborn in 1975, when I was three months pregnant. Without telling anyone, I secretly terminated the pregnancy. Yet I continued padding my belly with cotton every day, pretending the child was still there.

In my previous life, my husband's childhood sweetheart and I gave birth on the same day. She delivered a healthy boy with black hair and dark eyes, while I bore a golden-haired, blue-eyed mixed-race son.

My husband furiously exposed me to everyone, claiming I'd made him a cuckold and had illicit dealings with a foreigner.

I protested my innocence repeatedly, insisting this wasn't my child, but no one believed me. I became known as the shameless woman.

Worse still, my husband voluntarily reported me, submitting foreign letters found in our home to the authorities. I was taken away by the National Security Bureau and convicted of espionage.

After ten years in prison, I emerged utterly emaciated.

Meanwhile, my husband had rapidly advanced in his career through his righteous betrayal.

He held hands with his childhood sweetheart and my biological son while tossing five hundred dollars at me like alms.

"Isabella was accidentally deceived and gave birth to that bastard. Unlike you, she's delicate and can't endure hardship. I had no choice but to switch your babies."

"Take this five hundred dollars as payment for your ten years and your innocence. With your criminal record, I've already filed for divorce. Isabella and I are together now, and our son agrees you're not worthy of me. Farewell."

My son looked at me with pure disdain.

"Mother Isabella treats me well, and she's never been to prison like you. I don't want a mother like you!"

Learning the truth, I died of rage, coughing up blood.

Now with this second chance at life, I'll see how they plan to scheme against me when there's no child to use against me this time!

...

Returning from the hospital to the Sullivan residence, I bumped into Ethan Sullivan supporting his childhood sweetheart Isabella Evans as they prepared to go out.

Fortunately, I had wrapped a cotton cloth around my waist, so they didn't notice anything unusual.

Isabella smiled as she spoke.

"Sister-in-law, I'm feeling some discomfort in my stomach. I mentioned it to Ethan, and he insisted on taking me to the hospital for a checkup."

"Look at him making such a fuss over a minor issue. Ethan is so responsible. When you have your baby, sister-in-law, he'll definitely be a wonderful father."

In the past, her few words would have made me fantasize about raising children with Ethan.

But after my rebirth, I only felt ridiculous for ever believing Isabella and Ethan were decent people.

Their eyes lingered on my stomach, devoid of affection, filled only with greed and calculation.

In my previous life, I had been careless, never noticing how my husband Ethan showed more concern for his childhood sweetheart Isabella than for me, his actual wife.

When we went into labor on the same day, I even thought it was a fortunate coincidence. If we had a boy and a girl, we could arrange a marriage between them.

But after giving birth, Ethan brought over the swaddled baby and slapped me across the face in a furious rage.

He accused me of cuckolding him, claiming I had been with a foreigner.

I was stunned with disbelief. But when I took the baby, I saw golden curls and blue eyes—clearly a mixed-race child.

Ethan publicly demanded a divorce right there in the hospital. No matter how much I explained, he refused to believe me. He even reported me to the National Security Bureau, accusing me of colluding with foreigners and suspected treason.

Submitted along with his report were letters allegedly found in his study, supposedly exchanged between me and a foreigner.

Instantly, I became a despised spy. Arrested before I could even finish my postpartum recovery, I was sentenced to ten years in prison.

After enduring immense suffering, I was finally released. Ethan, holding Isabella, revealed the truth. I learned everything had been orchestrated by this despicable pair.

He held the hand of his childhood sweetheart and my biological son, tossing me five hundred dollars like alms.

"Isabella was tricked into having that bastard child. She's not like you—she's delicate and couldn't handle the hardship. I had no choice but to switch your babies."

"Take this five hundred dollars as payment for your ten years and your ruined reputation. With your criminal record, I've already filed for divorce. Isabella and I are together now. Even our son thinks you're unworthy of me. You'd better take care of yourself."

My son looked at me with disgust.

"Mom Isabella has been wonderful to me. She's never been to prison like you. I don't want a mother like you!"

Already weakened from my prison ordeal, their shameless actions caused me to die from sheer rage.

Remembering my miserable end in the previous life—how Ethan climbed to success over my suffering while he and Isabella lived happily—my hatred threatened to consume me.