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The neighbor's young uncle got drunk and mistook me for his pure love, passionately making love to me all night.
Upon sobering up, he coldly kicked me out of bed,
"Celestine, considering last night was your first time, I'll give you a wedding."
"As for anything else, don't even dream about it."
The man got up to leave, but I grabbed the hem of his shirt.
In my past life, I got my wish and married him, devotedly being a good wife for five years, praised by everyone.
Yet because my parents glanced sideways at his pure love, he schemed to make them fall into debt and jump off a building.
I refused his pure love to attend my parents' funeral.
In return, he abandoned me by the roadside, where I was crushed by a truck, torn to pieces, one corpse and three lives lost.
After rebirth, I coldly told him:
"Mr. Smith, you're mistaken. Nothing happened last night."

The Love's Descent

"Strip that cheap whore and toss her in the room with the cameras. You two veterans know how to make her enjoy herself properly - I don't need to teach you anything."


Hearing this, a predatory glint flashed in the eyes of the two thugs as they cracked their knuckles and advanced on me step by step.


But before they could lay a finger on my clothes, they let out two muffled grunts and collapsed to the floor, convulsing.


Only after the two men went down did Sarah notice the lipstick-shaped stun gun I was gripping in my hand.


I've already died once, completely and utterly.


Having been miraculously reborn, how could I not cherish this hard-won new life?


Putting the lipstick back in my purse, I looked at the shocked Sarah with an expressionless face and asked casually:


"Would you prefer I leave now, or should I call the Montgomery family so they can come admire these two useless pigs you paid for, foaming at the mouth in their pitiful epileptic state?"


Chapter 6