My first love, a man who had clawed his way out of poverty, murdered me.
Then I was reborn inside his beautiful, wealthy wife’s womb.
If nothing went wrong, once I survived the pregnancy, that bastard would lift me tenderly into his arms and say, “Look at this little darling.
Daddy’s sweetheart from a past life.”
That’s right.
I was your sweetheart.
And I’ve come to collect.