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

Upon hearing this, Patrick lowered his gaze, freezing in place. At that moment, he finally realized it—he and Eleanor were drifting apart. A vast, seemingly insurmountable chasm had formed between them. Life, indeed, could be merciless.


Patrick sighed, raising a hand to casually wipe his tears. He nodded, as if in reluctant acceptance. "Eleanor, I understand now... I'll leave. I won't pester you anymore, but I also won't give up my feelings for you. I’ll silently love you and stand guard over you until..."


He paused, his voice barely a whisper. "...until you’re willing to look back at me."


With those words, Patrick turned and walked away without a backward glance. His retreating figure looked frail, almost hollow, as though his strength had left him.


Eleanor's expression remained impassive as she watched him leave. After a moment, she turned to head back, her thoughts as calm as her expression—until, suddenly—


Chapter 359 Fractured Ties and Bitter Grievances