Chapter 2

My mind was in a daze, still trapped in the agonizing pain of being strangled to death in my past life.

"Babe, what are you staring at? Hurry up and drive Lily to school."

Looking at my husband, Adrian, and his incredibly gentle smile, my pupils shrank. I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.

In my past life, it was because I drove our daughter to school this morning.

My fingerprints were left all over the steering wheel, and the police used that to immediately lock me in as the prime suspect.

So today, no matter what, I could not touch that car.

But there was one thing I still couldn't wrap my head around.

Why did the surveillance footage show me driving the car that killed Lily?

I was clearly at home the entire time. I never even went near the school.

And what confused me even more was why Adrian would frame me so ruthlessly.

He had always been the perfect husband and father. He took care of Lily and me so well, keeping us happy and well-fed.

In the eyes of our friends and family, marrying a man like Adrian was the best thing that could have ever happened to me.

Seeing me freeze, he blinked, his face full of concern. "What’s wrong, sweetie? Are you feeling sick?"

Looking into his eyes—eyes that looked so genuinely worried but hid a murderous soul—I forced down the hatred burning inside me and squeezed out a weak smile.

"I think I have a fever. Can you drive Lily to school today?"

I watched his face closely as I spoke.

There was no surprise on his face. Only pure, loving concern.

Why?

"No! I don’t want Daddy to take me! I want Mommy!" Lily screamed from the hallway.

Hearing her voice, my heart gave a violent shudder.

In my past life, I had driven Lily to school just like any other day. By noon, I received the news of her horrific death.

When I rushed to the school, all I saw was her cold, broken body on the asphalt.

I had held her corpse, screaming and crying until my throat bled.

But Lily’s homeroom teacher, Evelyn, pointed at me and screamed, calling me a monster, accusing me of shedding crocodile tears.

My mind had gone completely blank. I had no idea why she was attacking me.

Until she pulled up the security footage. There it was—my car, running Lily down. And the woman in the driver’s seat looked exactly like me.

The crowd of onlookers went wild with rage. Their spit and curses rained down on me.

"You’re worse than an animal! How could you run over your own child!"

"Such a sweet little girl! How could you be so heartless!"

Then, Adrian rushed to the scene.

I thought he would defend me, that he would tell them there had to be some mistake.

Instead, he slapped me hard across the face.

The gentle, loving husband vanished. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared at me:

"Vivian! Give me back my daughter! You’ve always been mentally unstable! You beat me, you beat Lily!"

"But she was your own flesh and blood! How could you run her over in cold blood?!"

When the forensic team arrived, they found that Lily’s body wasn’t just bruised from the car crash—she had old, faded whip marks all over her back.

In an instant, the crowd’s fury peaked.

They dragged me to the ground, kicking and stomping on me until I was half-dead.

By the time the ambulance finally arrived, I was already slipping away.

Later, I was thrown into prison.

And eventually, I was strangled to death in the shadows, while my husband, who had framed me, inherited my billionaire father's entire estate.

The agony of my death was still fresh.

But this time, I was going to uncover the truth.