Novels

I was four months pregnant. I secretly checked and found out it was a girl. I imagined how cute she would be when she was born, but I was pushed down the stairs by Zed's childhood sweetheart Vivian White. She even falsely accused me of falling because I pushed her. Zed didn't listen to my explanation. Instead, he took Vivian to the hospital without even looking at me. I was in so much pain that I couldn't get up from the ground. I called Zed and cried, begging him to take me to the hospital and save our child. He said coldly, "If the child is as vicious as you, I would rather you not give birth to it." Later, my neighbors took me to the hospital, but the child was gone. At that moment, I was desperate, but then I saw Vivian's Instagram. She and Zed hugged each other tightly. [You are my whole world.] I wiped away my tears and calmly commented: [Congratulations, he will be your whole world from now on.]

I came back from the dead, and the first thing I did was hit up a doc and get my eyeballs scooped out. Now I was a blind girl. Last time around… I was in this art competition with my boyfriend's 'golden girl' – the girl he was obsessed with. This "art prodigy" girlfriend of his was all smug, and then bam, she drops a painting that's identical to mine. On live TV, in front of everyone watching, she calls me out for copying her. I try to defend myself, but my boyfriend, who's a judge on the panel, just straight-up slaps me. "I can't believe you'd do this," he says. "I was so wrong about you!" The internet went wild. Everyone was calling me a copycat, saying nasty stuff about my family.

At the friends' gathering, my boyfriend's childhood sweethearts, Emily, was present as well. She glanced at the table full of food I ordered, wrinkled her nose, and said to my boyfriend, "Mikey, you know I don't like sour stuff..." Without a second thought, my boyfriend called the waiter over to switch the dishes. Everyone was shocked, looking at me as if waiting for me to explode. Instead, I led the cheer, saying, "Wow, childhood sweethearts really do stick together. Should I go ahead and call the wedding planner?"

On the day I gave birth, I witnessed my best friend covertly switch our daughters in the hospital.

My whole family got a do-over. A redo. A second chance at life. Last time around, my dad, mom, brother, and even my little genius brother, all sided with the fake heiress. This time, things are…different. It started when Tiffany, the girl my parents mistakenly believed was their daughter for seventeen years, demanded a bigger room. Dad gave her old one to me. Then she wanted extra tutoring from Ethan, my whiz-kid brother. Ethan, instead, started following me around, begging to help me study. Tiffany wanted Justin, my pop-star older brother, to come to school and show her off. He came, alright, but he sat with me at lunch. And when Tiffany asked Mom for the diamond necklace she designed, Mom clasped it around my neck.

My boyfriend is a forensic doctor. I've been abducted and tied to a bomb—there's only ten minutes to detonation. The abductors force me to call my boyfriend, but all I get is a scolding. "What the hell do you want, Michelle? What are you playing at, using your life as an excuse just because you're jealous? "Vi's cat has already been stuck in a tree for three days. She loves it like it's her life! If you delay me from saving it, you'll be a murderer!" I hear a coquettish voice ring out on the other end of the line. "Thank you for this, Kev. You're amazing!" I recognize that voice—it belongs to my boyfriend's childhood friend. I text my boyfriend when the bomb is about to explode. "Farewell forever. I pray we won't meet each other again in another life."

On the eve of our anniversary, my husband, Dominic Prescott, walked hand in hand with his first love, Elsie Stockton, into the hotel. I dialed Dominic's number, but the person who answered my call was my thirteen-year-old son, Gavin Prescott. He said, "Dad is having a parent-teacher meeting. Don't disturb him!" With that, Gavin hung up the phone directly and blacklisted me.

After being reborn, the first thing my cousin Amanda Brown and I did was break up with our current fiancés. In our previous life, Amanda and I both got married. With her gentle and quiet personality, she married the cold and distant Navy Colonel Kevin Sinclair. Because Kevin missed their wedding anniversary to attend a friend's birthday party, Amanda wanted an explanation, but he didn't care. They ended up in a cold war for fifty Christmases. Meanwhile, I had a fiery temper yet married Tom Smith, an accountant at a car factory. Tom was refined and proper, but he complained that I talked too loudly and had no fashion sense. We argued constantly, and eventually, he preferred sleeping at his office rather than coming home. Our marriage didn't even last one Christmas before we divorced. When I opened my eyes again, Amanda and I had returned to our wedding day... "Get down here now! Tom is such a good man, yet you insist on running off to that distant island. You're so stubborn!" Seeing my mother's disappointed face as she chased after the bus made me sad. But thinking about how Amanda and I each ended up in our previous lives, I told myself my decision wasn't wrong. Hawaii might be far away, and Kevin might be difficult to get along with, but that didn't matter. Even if I divorced him, I could live independently.

Graduation felt like it led straight to unemployment. To make ends meet, I decided to alter my educational background to show I only finished middle school and entered the housekeeping industry.