In her previous life, her mother suffered heartbreak and betrayal from her father, who misplaced his trust and met a tragic end. After a cruel twist of fate, she was exiled to a remote village for 19 years and ultimately lost her life at the hands of the Hampton family.
Now, given a second chance at life, she vows to avenge her mother and herself. Fueled by fierce determination, she embarks on a mission to dismantle the treacherous scumbag and the deceitful white lotus who betrayed her. Along the way, she finds herself in an unexpected, sweet relationship with her seemingly "cheap" husband.
The world is shocked and confused by her return.
"Isn't she the village girl who was exiled for 19 years and killed by the Hampton family?" they whisper.
But powerful allies emerge from her past:
Her Uncle, a powerful corporate president, declares, "That's my precious niece."
Her Second Uncle, a top celebrity, states, "I'm here for a discussion."
Her Little Uncle, a champion in electronic competitions, stands ready to support her.
And then there’s her husband. Known to many as a disabled man, he surprises everyone by saying, "That's my wife." When questioned about his disability, a knowing smile spreads across his face.
"I'll only be crippled in front of her," he reveals, his mysterious aura hinting at hidden depths and formidable strength.
Together, they form an unbreakable alliance, ready to dominate the world and take down anyone who dares to stand in their way.

Rising from Ashes: Her Revenge after Rebirth

Eleanor’s eyes were like a faint mist, ethereal and hazy, her thoughts lost in the blur of emotions clouding her gaze. She looked at Robert, bewildered, trying to understand what he intended. Robert, however, quickly looked away, almost as though he feared what he might see—or reveal—if he held her gaze any longer. With a gentle but firm touch, he tightened his arm around her and guided her to his car.


For the first time, he was alone in fetching her.


Carefully, he seated Eleanor in the passenger seat, his hands moving with a tenderness foreign to his usual demeanor. It was as if he feared even the faintest disturbance might startle her. With steady hands, he buckled her seat belt, his movements lingering slightly as he took in her flushed cheeks and dreamy expression before finally slipping into the driver’s seat beside her.


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