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Jaxon and I were childhood sweethearts.
At 20, he secretly took me up to the mountains for racing, hiding it from his family.
When the car crash happened, I shielded him. My legs were amputated, while he only got minor scratches on his face.
He knelt before me, crying and promising to take care of me for the rest of his life.
But in the year I turned 25, outside our new home, I overheard him telling my half-sister:
"I stopped loving her long ago. If she hadn't saved me, I wouldn't have married her. Looking at her stumps makes me sick."
Heartbroken and devastated, I died on the operating table. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on that fateful night of his race.

After My Rebirth, His Legs Were Broken

Unfortunately, Faye was quickly discovered by Mrs. Sterling. Mrs. Sterling hired professional investigators, and before Mr. Sterling could even react, they had found Faye in the villa.


She was beaten mercilessly, her clothes torn off, her hair pulled into a tangled mess. Mrs. Sterling didn't even spare the child in her womb. During the struggle, she viciously kicked Faye's stomach. By the time Mr. Sterling arrived, the baby couldn't be saved.


For a while, the internet was flooded with videos of Mrs. Sterling violently beating the mistress. Later, unable to bear the humiliation, Faye committed suicide.


I learned all this from Jaxon. I remember the contemptuous tone in his voice when he said that even cats and dogs think they can bear children for Sterling family, but Sterling family belongs to him alone, and whoever touches it dies.


Well, this time I'm going to show him how even the tiniest ant can shake an elephant.


Chapter 6