Reborn: Keep My Fortune From The Triplets

My husband brought home a set of triplets and insisted they were mine. I rushed to get a DNA test done overnight, and the results proved that none of the three children were related to either of us. But my husband lost it. He slapped me, called me disgusting, and forced me to sign the divorce papers, leaving me with nothing. Furious and shaken, I went to my best friend to vent. But the second she saw those three children, she grabbed the fruit knife from the table and slashed my face. “If you dare say they aren’t yours again, next time, I won’t stop there.” My chest felt so tight I could barely breathe. That night, I bought a ticket and fled back to my parents’ house. I cried as I told them everything. But after hearing me out, they grabbed a garden hoe and beat me to death. Even as everything went dark, I still couldn’t understand why everyone was forcing me to accept three children I had never given birth to. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband first brought them home. Chapter 1 “I’m going downstairs for some fresh air. I’ll be back soon.” As I watched my husband, Ryan Taylor, bend down by the entryway to put on his shoes, a sudden jolt shot through my body. I had been reborn. “Stay home and be good, okay, honey? When I come back, I’ll bring you that chestnut cake you love from the bakery on the corner.” His voice was so gentle, yet my heart twisted painfully in my chest. Even until the moment I died in my past life, I never understood why. We had dated for three years and been married for five. We loved each other deeply. We had always been faithful to each other. A medical exam from a reputable clinic had confirmed that I had never given birth. And those three children had no blood relation to Ryan either. But in my last life, he had insisted they were mine. He had even forced me to give up millions in marital assets and leave with nothing. Why? Before I figured out the truth, I couldn’t let him leave this house. The second he reached for the doorknob, I rushed over and jumped onto his back. “Honey, don’t go out. Let’s have a baby of our own. Right now.” His body stiffened slightly, and even his voice turned a little rough. “Why so sudden? It’s the middle of the day. And if we’re trying for a baby, shouldn’t we prepare first?” I wrapped my arms around him even tighter. “I don’t care. I just want to take a bath with you.” Only one thought filled my mind. If Ryan had a child of his own, maybe he wouldn’t become obsessed with those three children of unknown origin. Maybe I could avoid the tragedy of my past life. But in the next second, the doorbell rang. “Oh, I’ll get it.” As if pulled by some invisible force, Ryan rushed toward the door with only a towel wrapped around him. I ran after him, trying to stop him. But it was too late. With a click, he opened the door. Outside stood three identical little boys. Ryan turned back to me, his face full of joy, and said the exact same words he had said in my last life. “Honey, come look at our children. Don’t they look just like you?” It felt as if all the strength had been drained from my body. I stumbled back a step. “Ryan, I have never done anything to betray you. How could they possibly be my children?” The smile on his face vanished instantly. He pointed at me and shouted, “They are yours because I said they are. You gave birth to them. Don’t even think about denying it. “Vivian, you’re going to accept them today whether you like it or not. Don’t even think about abandoning me and our sons.” His face was twisted with the same madness I remembered from my previous life. But this time, I didn’t break down and argue like I had before. Instead, I let out a calm sigh. “You say they’re my children. Fine. A pregnancy would leave traces, wouldn’t it? Where’s your proof? “We’ve been together for eight years. Ask yourself honestly. Have I ever done anything to betray you or this family?” My voice was filled with genuine confusion. “I really don’t understand. Why are you so determined to pin these three children of unknown origin on me?” Ryan looked as if I had insulted him beyond forgiveness. The veins on his forehead stood out as he pointed at me and roared, “Proof? They are the proof. They’re standing right here. “Vivian, I never thought you could be this heartless. These are your own flesh and blood. “Even wild animals protect their young, and yet you won’t even acknowledge your own children? You’ve disappointed me so much.” Chapter 2 Before I could finish, Ryan raised his hand. Two hard slaps landed across my face. My ears rang, and my cheeks burned with pain. After hitting me and shouting at me, Ryan looked as if he had just completed some sacred duty. He turned around and pulled the three children into his arms. “It’s okay, babies. We’re not going to listen to your bad mommy. Daddy will take you to the bedroom to rest.” With that, he shielded the three boys and walked straight into the bedroom. Then he locked the door behind him with a click. Soon, laughter drifted out from inside. Every laugh felt like it was cutting into my chest. This time, I didn’t call my best friend over to help smooth things over like I had in my past life. This time, I wouldn’t just sit back and suffer. And I definitely wouldn’t let myself die the same unjust death again. But then, someone knocked on the door. My heart tightened. I didn’t move. A second later, my best friend Chelsea Zeller’s familiar loud voice rang out from outside. “Vivian! What are you doing in there? Open the door. “Did you make Ryan mad again? I’m telling you, that man listens to everything you say. “He never messes around, he always puts you first, and there’s nothing to complain about. What more do you want from him? Don’t be ungrateful.” Just as I thought. Ryan had gotten to her first. I took a deep breath and asked through the door, “Chelsea, what did Ryan tell you?” Chelsea sighed. “You still have the nerve to ask? You cheated on Ryan, and now you don’t even have the guts to admit it? You won’t even acknowledge your own children. “Vivian, I never thought you were this kind of person. Do you even have a heart? You’re making women look bad.” Listening to her righteous accusations, I broke out in a cold sweat. In my past life, the moment Chelsea saw those three children, she grabbed the fruit knife on the table and slashed my face. Chelsea worked out regularly and was much stronger than me. I couldn’t fight her off at all. Luckily, she hadn’t seen the three children yet. I forced myself to stay calm and lied through the door. “Chelsea, you’ve misunderstood. I think I caught the flu. I’m really dizzy, and I don’t want to get you sick. Let’s talk another day. You should go home first.” Chelsea fell silent for a moment. Then her voice suddenly sharpened. “Wait… Vivian, is there someone else in there? Why does it sound like there are kids inside?” My heart sank. I quickly denied it. “No. You heard wrong. That’s just the TV.” Chelsea’s voice turned frantic. “Vivian, what the hell are you doing? Open the door.” Her pounding slammed against the door again and again, each hit landing on my nerves. Panic surged through me. I rushed to drag the dining table and chairs over to block the door. I couldn’t let her in again. Absolutely not. But just as I dragged the table to the door, I heard a click. Chapter 3 The blood in my body seemed to turn cold. It was over. I had forgotten. Chelsea and I were so close that we each had a spare key to the other’s place. The moment the door opened, Chelsea rushed straight toward the bedroom. “Chelsea, don’t open that door!” I lunged forward, trying to stop her. But the bedroom door opened on its own. Inside, Ryan was holding the three children close, looking impossibly affectionate. Chelsea’s eyes turned red with rage. “Vivian! The proof is right in front of you, and you’re still trying to deny it? You shameless woman!” She spun around, rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and swung it at me. Pain shot through my arm. “If you dare say those children aren’t yours one more time, I’ll make sure you never say it again.” I cried out and stumbled back. “You disgusting woman. Those are your own children, and you still refuse to acknowledge them? Fine. I’ll teach you a lesson myself.” She kept cursing, the knife raised again. Just as despair was about to swallow me whole, familiar footsteps came from the doorway. “Mom! Dad! Help me!” My mother rushed over and shielded me. “Chelsea Zeller! Have you lost your mind? How dare you attack Vivian?” My father stepped in front of me too, his face dark with anger. “Whatever happened, couldn’t you talk it out? Why would you attack her?” Chelsea was breathing hard. She pointed toward the bedroom. “Mr. and Mrs. Bennett, why don’t you ask her what she did?” My parents looked past Chelsea and toward the bedroom door. The moment they saw the three children, their expressions changed. My mother shoved me away. Caught off guard, I fell to the floor. She pointed at me and screamed, “Chelsea was right to hit you. A woman who won’t even acknowledge her own children deserves it.” My father turned on me too, his eyes filled with disappointment. “You’ve disgraced this family. I never thought you could be this heartless.” My heart sank. Just like in my past life. The moment anyone saw those three children, they lost all reason. The pain in my chest was worse than the pain in my body. “You ungrateful thing,” my mother snapped. “If I’d known you would grow up to be someone who wouldn’t even recognize her own children, I never should have had you.” I forced myself to speak through the pain. “Mom, Dad, wake up. Ryan and I have only been married for five years. We were together almost every day. How could I possibly have hidden a pregnancy from him and given birth to three children? “What is wrong with all of you? Why are you so desperate to claim these children who came out of nowhere?” My mother kicked me aside and rushed toward the boys behind Ryan. “Oh, my precious grandsons. You’re all so handsome. Come here and let Grandma see you.” “Mom, are you insane? I told you, they have nothing to do with me.” My father’s expression darkened. “You still dare talk back? “They look exactly like you. Of course they came from you. “Ryan is willing to forgive you, and you should be grateful. You cheated, gave birth to someone else’s children, and now you don’t even have the courage to admit it.” My mother grabbed a vase and threw it at me. My father picked up the mop from the corner and came at me with it. I curled up, protecting my head, and shouted, “Why do all of you go insane the moment you see these children? If you’re so sure, then come with me for a DNA test.” “A DNA test?” my mother snapped as she hit me. “Why waste money? Anyone can see they’re your sons.” I didn’t know how long it went on. Finally, they grew tired. Only then did they turn to Ryan. “Ryan, we support you. Divorce this ungrateful daughter of ours. Make her leave with nothing. The house, the car, the savings, all of it should go to you.” Ryan nodded obediently. “Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad.” Watching that scene, my heart went completely cold. In my past life, they had beaten me to death with a hoe. In this life, they had nearly beaten me to death all over again. In their eyes, I didn’t matter at all. All they cared about were those three children who had come out of nowhere. I no longer had the strength to argue. I simply said, “Fine. I’ll agree to the divorce. But first, you have to clear my name. Those children cannot be blamed on me.” Ryan gave me a strange smile. “Fine.” He lifted his hand slightly. Chelsea immediately walked toward me, hatred written all over her face. Then she dragged me out, shoved me into the trunk of the car, and drove me to a DNA testing clinic. The doctor looked at me with open contempt. Clearly, he had already decided I was a cheating wife who had given birth to another man’s children. Ryan punched the wall, his shoulders trembling. My heart twisted painfully. I walked over, wanting to comfort him. But the moment my hand touched him, he recoiled like I had burned him. Then he slapped me across the face. “You disgusting woman. You won’t even acknowledge your own sons. Don’t touch me. Stay away from me.” His reaction stunned me. I instinctively reached for his sleeve. “Ryan, you…” But he jerked away again. “Get away from me,” he growled. “You make me sick.” Looking at him like that, I felt heartbroken and powerless. “Ryan, what happened to you? We loved each other so much. Why are you doing this?” He looked up at me. “Honey, it’s because I love you too much. Why can’t you just listen to me this once?” Then he dropped to his knees with a thud. “Honey, I’m begging you. Please accept the children. Just this once. Listen to me this once, okay?” The moment he knelt, everyone around us erupted. “Oh my God. That poor man is on his knees.” “She looks normal, but how can she be so heartless?” Those kids are already so big. How can their own mother refuse to acknowledge them?” “Young people these days are unbelievable.” “She must have another man.” “Exactly. Why else would she refuse to claim her own children?” “Record it. Put it online and let everyone see what kind of person she is.” The accusations and insults crashed over me like a wave. I tried to explain. “No. It’s not what you think.” But my voice was drowned out by the crowd. “She’s still making excuses.” “Teach her a lesson.” I didn’t know who moved first. Someone shoved me. Then another person struck me. The crowd lost control, and I was knocked to the ground. I curled up, trying to protect myself, but in the chaos, something hit the back of my head. Pain burst through me. Then everything went black. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed. The nurse in the room looked at me with fear in her eyes. Then she handed me a document envelope. I sat up against the pillows and opened it with trembling fingers. The moment I saw what was inside, I finally understood why everyone had been forcing me to accept those three children.