Rebirth as the Cheating Husband's Worst Nightmare

Chapter 1

When I opened my eyes, I was on my knees, my cheek stinging from a slap.

Margaret Johnson loomed over me, her spit flying as she screamed, "Sophia Williams, have you lost your damn mind? Look at what you've done to my house!"

The memories hit me like a freight train.

In my previous life, I swallowed decades of abuse and humiliation, only to die alone, forgotten and unloved.

But not this time.

"I talked to one of Liam's students a couple of times, and you're throwing a tantrum over that?" Margaret scoffed, arms crossed and eyes full of contempt. "If you can't keep your man, don't take it out on the rest of us."

From the couch, Olivia Johnson, my charming sister-in-law, snorted. "Please, Mom. Like she'd ever have the guts to divorce Liam. She'd be broke in a week without him."

I looked toward the sofa. Liam Johnson, my husband, a university professor, sat there like a king on his throne, flipping through channels without a care in the world.

"Liam," I said, my voice strangely calm. "Your mother wants us to get a divorce. What's your take?"

He didn't even look at me. "Do whatever you want."

"Great. I'll see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning."

That got his attention. He finally looked up, that same smug smile on his face. "If we divorce, the kids stay with me. And don't even think about touching our savings."

Same script, different day.

In my last life, he used the kids to trap me in this miserable excuse of a marriage.

I wasted twenty years of my life on that man, only to die in a dingy apartment with no one at my funeral.

"Fine," I said lightly, turning toward the hallway.

Behind me, Olivia cackled, "See, Mom? She's already chickening out."

I didn't respond. I just headed straight for the tiny storage room I'd been forced to call my bedroom ever since Richard Johnson had his stroke.

Margaret had insisted it was my duty to move out of the master bedroom so she could get her "rest" with her fragile nerves. Meanwhile, Liam enjoyed a king-sized bed all to himself every night.

I started packing.

The door burst open behind me. Liam stood there, fuming. "What do you think you're doing?"

I didn't even pause. "Moving into the master bedroom."

"My dad needs someone with him at night!"

I met his gaze without blinking. "Then you stay with him. He's your father, not mine."

He hesitated.

In seven years of marriage, I had never raised my voice. Never talked back.

That version of me was dead.

Margaret stormed in next, screeching like a banshee. "You ungrateful witch! Who do you think you are, talking to my son like that?"

I smiled coldly. "Here's the deal. Either we get divorced, or your family handles Richard from now on. Take your pick."

Silence.

None of them expected this. Not from me.

Little Sophia, suddenly showing teeth.

But they'd better buckle up.

Because I wasn't going down this time.

I was going to make every single one of them pay.