Chapter 1

My husband won five million in the lottery. That same day, he brought his mistress home.

He demanded a divorce and told me to get out without a cent.

When I refused, he drugged me. He hired five men, and they filmed it all.

The video went viral. I became the whore while he played the heartbroken, betrayed husband.

The scandal gave my father a heart attack. I watched Derek kick his medication across the floor.

His hired thugs tortured me to death.

When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day he left to buy the winning ticket.

I watched Derek heading for the door. "Honey, I'm coming with you."

He looked at me, confused. "Why?"

Feigning a pout, I hooked my arm through his.

On this exact day in my previous life, he bought a lottery ticket that won the $5 million jackpot.

That same evening, he brought his mistress into our home and demanded a divorce.

When I refused to leave, he used the vilest methods to destroy my reputation.

On my birthday, he pretended he wanted to reconcile. He tricked me into drinking whiskey.

The drink was drugged with aphrodisiacs. As I grew disoriented, he led me into a room.

Five men wearing animal masks waited inside, holding various toys.

"Not bad for an older chick!"

"Who's going first?"

The men traded crude jokes over my broken sobs. Soon they gagged me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, despair washing over me as hot tears of shame tracked down my face.

The horror deepened when the video surfaced online.

Shot from specific angles and brutally edited, it made me look like a willing participant.

A storm of online abuse came crashing down. I became the target of every vile insult, while Derek played the role of the pitiful, betrayed husband to perfection.

Extreme users tracked down our address. They smashed our windows and pounded on our door with midnight threats.

I sank into severe depression, trapped inside home, terrified to go out.

My father went to confront Derek, only to find him making out with his mistress in public.

The sight was too much for my dad's weak heart. He collapsed on the spot, consumed by rage.

Instead of helping, Derek kicked my father's emergency medication into a storm drain.

I never got to say goodbye.

I grabbed a knife, determined to make Derek pay. But his thugs disarmed me and threw me into the basement.

"It would've been easier if you'd just agreed to the divorce," Derek said coldly. "Scarlett's pregnant. I can't have my child born a bastard."

I spat in his face. "I'll haunt you from my grave!

Wiping the spit from his jacket, he smirked. "You? Get revenge? Don't make me laugh."

Then he turned to his men. "She's all yours. Have fun."

The door slammed shut, sealing my fate.

After my death, Derek and his mistress lived a life of luxury with their newborn son.

My case was closed as a depression-related suicide.

I never become a ghost.

Instead, I woke up reborn.

This time, I'll make them pay for everything!