Chapter 1

On the day Naomi Smith died, it was Christmas Eve, with heavy snow and brilliant fireworks lighting up the sky.

On that fateful day, she and her husband's lover, Jasmine Sloan, were kidnapped.

Her four brothers and her husband chose to save Jasmine.

Meanwhile, Naomi was pushed down the stairs by the person she loved most, causing both her and her unborn child to die.

When her soul floated up and she saw her own tragic state, she smiled. The family she had devoted herself to had caused her death.

The day before her death, her eldest brother had the kidnappers destroy her beautiful face.

The day before that, her second eldest brother had them break her hands.

Three days before her death, her third eldest brother had them inject her with the most excruciating poison.

The day before that, her youngest brother had them break her legs.

All to save Jasmine.

At that time, she was already four months pregnant.

During her most agonizing moments, her brothers arrived, and her beloved pushed her down the stairs to save Jasmine.

Despite her tragic death, she felt a sense of relief and liberation.

Yet, her soul could not depart and wandered among her relatives for decades. She had witnessed all their fates.

Only when her husband, Spencer Green, died did she finally find peace and was ready to move on.

However, her soul had been drifting for decades. She couldn't reincarnate, and she did not know why.

She longed to see other places. With Spencer's death, her resentment was finally released.

Naomi took one last look at Spencer's photo before heading for the villa's door.

Just as she reached the door, a blinding white light appeared. She was overjoyed. She thought that Spencer, the one who had confined her soul, was finally gone, so she could finally be freed.

But in the next moment, she was pulled back by an unseen force.

Naomi cried out in shock. She tried to grasp something but found nothing to hold onto.

"Stop pretending to be dead, Naomi. Get up now! How dare you kidnap Jasmine? You're asking for death," a cold voice said from above.

Naomi opened her eyes and stared at the handsome man before her.

Spencer? How could he be here?

She was furious. She had just seen him die, and now his soul was following her?

"You bitch! How could I marry such a vile person like you? Don't play dead. Get up and sign the divorce papers now.

"Considering you've taken care of me for two years, I won't pursue this matter, but we must get divorced."

"Divorce?" she asked. A dazed Naomi looked at the enraged Spencer and then at her surroundings. This place seemed familiar.

Then it dawned on her—she had been reborn. She had returned to Jasmine's birthday party years ago, when Jasmine had framed her for kidnapping.

Spencer had given her a divorce agreement for that reason.

The Sloan family, including her biological parents and four brothers, had disowned Naomi.

Back then, blinded by love for Spencer, whom she had risked her life to save, she had refused to sign the divorce papers. In the end, she faced the tragic fate of losing both her life and her child.

Thinking back to how Spencer had pushed her down the stairs when she was pregnant six months later, she felt immense pain and sadness.

Naomi was raised by John Smith, whom she treated as her grandfather. She recalled how John, who had always been kind, had scolded her and regarded her as a "waste" when he saw her corpse. He must have been really disappointed to have said such a thing.

Now, reborn, she understood that no matter how much she gave to the man who didn't love her, he would never see it.

In this life, she would never love Spencer again and would focus solely on becoming a wealthy woman.

The first thing she would do in her new life was to reject mental torment and act out when necessary.

She would make those who had bullied her pay.

As Naomi gathered her thoughts, she heard a furious voice. "Naomi, the Sloan family has no place for a daughter as wicked as you. In front of all our guests, we, the Sloan family, sever all ties with you from this moment on. This is a declaration of disownment. Sign it."

Naomi looked at her father who was holding the disownment letter.

She then looked at Jasmine, who was crying almost to the point of collapse, her mother's resentful gaze, and her four brothers, who looked like they wanted to kill her.

The Sloan family's affection was something she could not afford. With a desolate smile, she looked at her father, Nathan Sloan, and said, "Alright, I'll sign it!"

Chapter 2

Nathan was taken aback by Naomi's swift agreement.

Jasmine, too, was surprised. Normally, Naomi would beg for mercy, which would only make Nathan more disdainful of her. This time, Naomi agreed so readily.

"Don't sign it, Naomi! It's all my fault. I took your identity and position, and that's why you're angry with me. I really won't hold it against you, Naomi. Please don't leave," Jasmine pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

Her crocodile tears were the most nauseating display of false sympathy Naomi had ever seen.

She gave a resigned smile. "Isn't this what you wanted, Jasmine? I'm agreeing to the divorce and leaving the Sloan family. Isn't this exactly what you wished for?

"Since you know that you've taken my place, why don't you just leave? You always say you'll leave, but you never do. Now, who are you crying for?"

Jasmine was at a loss for words. Naomi had changed—when had she become so calm?

Noticing that Jasmine was speechless, Naomi turned to Nathan. "Mr. Sloan, back when Spencer had his accident and went blind, Jasmine escaped abroad. You only brought me back to marry him in her place. Consider this declaration as my way of repaying you for raising me."

Nathan sighed in relief, glad she wasn't bringing up that incident from the past.

Jasmine also felt a sense of relief. Naomi should have no idea about that.

Naomi took the disownment declaration without reading it. She had seen it in her previous life anyway.

Without hesitation, she signed her name.

Although she was born into the Sloan family, they had never truly acknowledged her because she grew up in Longdale Town and was considered unrefined.

The Sloan family publicly labeled her as an adopted daughter.

There were two copies of the declaration of disownment. Naomi picked up her bag from the floor, slipped one copy inside, and then sent a message to her brother, Aaron Smith.

"I'm going home, Aaron. Jasmine framed me. I need evidence within 20 minutes."

She could leave, but before she did, she had to deliver a grand gift to Jasmine.

The guests sitting not far away continued to discuss how ruthless she was.

Naomi felt her heart growing numb with pain.

She handed the other copy of the signed disownment declaration to Nathan. "Keep this, Mr. Sloan."

Nathan took the declaration. Observing her cold demeanor as if she didn't care anymore, he felt a pang of unease.

Naomi looked at Spencer, who still held the divorce papers.

She had fainted earlier because Spencer slapped her twice for Jasmine's sake.

Three years had passed, and she had forgotten her own skills that could have taken down this bastard.

"Naomi, oh, Naomi, you were truly blinded by love," Naomi thought to herself.

After taking the divorce agreement from Spencer, she looked at his chiseled features. As a noble from Klaidshire with an elite background and striking appearance, it was no wonder Jasmine had pursued him so relentlessly.

She gave a bitter smile. This would be her final moment of pain over this man.

"Spencer, I've taken care of you meticulously for the past two years. I've never done anything to wrong you. I've upheld this marriage."

Spencer was momentarily stunned as he recalled her attentive care over the past two years.

Seeing her sorrowful smile, he felt an inexplicable agitation.

But she was too wicked. She repeatedly hurt Jasmine. Such a vicious woman disgusted him.

"Hmph! You'd better mean what you say, Naomi. Don't pull any tricks. You've refused to divorce me before with various excuses. Although you've gone too far this time, I'll let you off this once, considering your care for me these past two years, and for Jasmine's sake."

Naomi scoffed, tears welling up. Her heart ached. She was actually crying for such a scumbag.

"Don't pity me. You've never had any feelings for me. Not even once have you believed in me. You're just Jasmine's pet. Since you two are so in love, I'll make way for you."

Spencer's anger flared. He was about to reprimand Naomi, but she signed the divorce papers without hesitation.

Chapter 3

Jasmine was barely able to contain her excitement when she saw Naomi sign the divorce papers.

Naomi's departure meant that Spencer would finally be hers—just hers.

Naomi, having seen Spencer's signature, knew that the divorce was now legally binding. She straightened up and handed the signed agreement back to him.

For the first time in their two years of marriage, Spencer was seeing Naomi up close.

Her skin was fair, and her eyes were clear. Dressed in a black dress, she looked both elegant and effortless, with an air of aloofness that was mesmerizing.

The love that had once been in her eyes was now completely gone.

Spencer's heart raced, as if something vital had slipped away from him. His grip on the divorce papers tightened.

Naomi turned to Jasmine. "Are you happy now, Ms. Sloan?"

Jasmine was overjoyed.

The entire point of scheming against Naomi was to have her removed in front of so many family and friends. Her goal was finally achieved.

"Don't say that, Naomi. I never meant to blame you—"

"Yes, you never blamed me. You just constantly pushed my family away. Congratulations, you've won!"

Naomi looked at her parents and four indifferent brothers, offering a resigned smile.

She timed her departure carefully, leaving with graceful steps while mentally keeping track of the minutes.

The Sloan family had organized this birthday party for Jasmine, and on the very same day, Jasmine was kidnapped and assaulted.

Jasmine's maid, Molly Hansen, had accused Naomi of being behind the attack. This led to Spencer's anger, and her being slapped unconscious.

After all, Spencer and Jasmine had grown up together.

Naomi counted down silently—five, four, three, two, one.

On the electronic screen behind her, a conversation played out.

"Ms. Sloan, if you want Naomi to be permanently removed from the Sloan family and have Mr. Green divorce her, there's only one way. You need to suffer a little yourself. Have someone kidnap you and frame Naomi.

"Everyone adores you and believes in you. They won't believe a word from Naomi, that country bumpkin."

"What if we get caught, Molly?" Jasmine asked.

"Don't worry, Ms. Sloan. Have you forgotten? Despite everything you did before, Mr. Green never believed Naomi, no matter how hard she explained. He never loved her! He has always loved you. You're his angel, so how could he not believe in you?"

"Molly, I—"

"Alright, Ms. Sloan, I'll handle it. As long as we can get Naomi to leave early and have the family accuse her, she'll be completely out of the picture."

The crowd was in shock.

"Oh my god! After all this time, it turns out Ms. Sloan had orchestrated the entire thing."

"She's terrifying. She went to such lengths to get her sister out of the way and claim her husband," guests murmured among themselves.

Spencer's pupils contracted as he looked at Naomi's cold and indifferent face. She seemed to have transformed. She was indifferent to everything around her.

Jasmine was horrified. The electronic screen should have been used to showcase her dance. Now, it was used to display evidence of her scheming against Naomi.

"No, no, this isn't true! That's not me! Why are you framing me, Naomi? Even as you're leaving, you still can't help to set me up?" Jasmine screamed, desperately trying to deflect.

Naomi gave a chilly smile. "Even if I were framing you, wouldn't everyone who loves you still believe in you? Even if you admitted to murder, they'd still support you without question."

Jasmine's face fell in disbelief. She couldn't believe this was exposed.

At once, Spencer stepped forward to defend Jasmine. "Stop slandering Jasmine. She's so kind. She would never do such things. You must be framing her, right, Naomi?"

Chapter 4

Naomi let out a cold laugh, her voice filled with bitter pain. She looked at Spencer with tears brimming in her eyes. He was truly heartless.

She said, "We've been married for two years, Spencer. Is this how you see me? Just some wicked woman? I suppose it makes sense. You love Jasmine so much, you probably even think her crap smells nice. Of course, you believe everything she says.

"The evidence is right in front of you, but if even this doesn't convince you, what will?"

Spencer was speechless. His eyes locked onto her sorrowful gaze which was filled with heartbreak and despair. It was as if marrying him had been the worst thing she'd ever done.

Naomi stood alone in the distance, with the fresh garden air surrounding her. The light from the distant screen illuminated her figure, making her look ethereal and solitary.

The gentle breeze lifted her dress and hair. Her entire presence was cold and detached. Her beautiful eyes were filled with indifference.

For the first time, Spencer noticed she had changed. Her deep eyes held emotions he couldn't understand.

Naomi smiled bitterly. "Spencer, with the truth staring you in the face, you still refuse to believe me."

Her voice was filled with sadness.

Spencer felt a sharp pain in his chest inexplicably.

At that moment, the police arrived with two men in tow.

Seeing them, the crowd only became more delighted.

In Klaidshire, the scandals of the Green and Sloan families were always the hottest topics.

The two men brought in by the police pointed at Molly in the distance. "That old lady bribed me, and she gave me the money too. I have the evidence right here, officer."

The police turned their gaze to Molly. With her high blood pressure already aggravated by the exposed video, she grew even more frantic upon seeing the officers approach. She immediately dropped to her knees.

"Officers, it was all me. This has nothing to do with Ms. Sloan. If you're going to make an arrest, take me. I acted on my own without her knowing."

Naomi looked at Molly, feeling a little perplexed. Molly was actually willing to take all the blame for Jasmine.

Naomi had only staged this whole scene to leave with a clean slate.

Feigning disbelief, she said, "I've never wronged you, Molly. Why would you frame me?"

Molly froze at that question. She stared at Naomi's cold, striking face and felt that there was something different about her now.

"Blame yourself for being unlucky. I just didn't like you. Your husband doesn't love you, and your brothers despise you. I did it to keep this family from being torn apart by you, you jinx," Molly said.

Naomi smiled bitterly. Even a mere maid looked down on her. How pathetic had her life been?

But things were different now. She was going to live her life well from now on and never let anyone hurt her again.

It was time to go home.

In her past life, she lost her life over a worthless man and had let too many people down. In this life, she was determined to not fail those who loved her.

Chaos would unfold in the Sloan family, and she would quietly watch from the sidelines.

Naomi felt that she was truly a fool in love. But at least now she had been given another chance.

Turning to the police with a charming smile, she said, "Officers, please discuss the rest of the case with my lawyer. He'll be at the station later."

With that, Naomi walked over to her mother, Wendy Thomas. Leaning in, she whispered into her ear, "Mrs. Sloan, you're kicking out your biological daughter for the sake of the daughter your husband had with his mistress. Let's see how things unfold in the days to come."

After dropping that bombshell, Naomi strode away with long, confident steps.

In fact, Jasmine wasn't an adopted daughter but the illegitimate child of Nathan's mistress.

He had replaced Naomi with Jasmine in order to bring his lover's daughter home. Naomi had discovered this truth when her soul had wandered near them after her death.

Wendy stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock as Naomi disappeared from view.

Meanwhile, Spencer watched her retreating figure. She didn't even glance back at him.

He then turned to Jasmine.

Jasmine anxiously watched him as well. "I didn't know, Spencer. I don't know anything."

Since Molly had already taken the blame, she'd be fine as long as she played dumb.

But as Spencer moved toward her, Jasmine's vision went black, and she fainted.

"Jasmine!" Spencer quickly held Jasmine in his arms and moved toward the exit.

As he carried her outside the villa, he saw Naomi getting into a luxurious car. He ran after it, but the car sped past him, leaving him behind in a cloud of dust.

Chapter 5

Naomi sat in the car and watched Spencer's expression. He looked anxious—as if he cared for Jasmine.

She sneered. This was Spencer—despite Jasmine's cruelty, he still protected her like a treasure.

Just then, a deep, authoritative voice broke her thoughts.

Naomi's heart skipped a beat as she slowly turned around and looked at the elderly man beside her. Tears welled up instantly.

"Gramps!" Naomi cried out. She was shocked to see John here to pick her up.

John was the man who had raised her and the one who had always been most dear to her.

His face was marked by age and anger. Meanwhile, his eyes were filled with fury at how Spencer and the Sloan family had treated his beloved Naomi.

John looked at her and said, "Don't cry. I'm not dead."

Naomi laughed through her tears. As she recalled how John had been heartbroken after her death in her past life and had also passed away a year later, she felt profoundly guilty.

Naomi's sorrow grew at that thought, and she eventually broke down in tears.

The driver, a handsome young man, gripped the steering wheel tightly. He wished he could cut Spencer into a thousand pieces.

"Why are you still crying?" John, both angry and heartbroken, glared at her with a fierce expression.

Naomi struggled to control her sobs. "Gramps, Aaron, I'm so sorry. I was so dumb!"

Her eldest brother, Aaron, along with her two other brothers, Lucas and Samuel Smith, were also raised by John. They grew up together as a family.

Upon hearing that, John swallowed his harsh words.

Meanwhile, Aaron chuckled. "You've finally come to your senses."

Naomi's crying gradually subsided as she took out a tissue to blow her nose.

John frowned in disgust. "You're so gross! You're making such a racket over a little sniffle."

Naomi sheepishly discarded the tissue and tried to explain through her sobs, "Gramps… I'm really struggling… Please… don't hate me…"

"Shut up!" John said, unable to bear her sobs any longer.

"Okay, I'll shut up," Naomi replied, closing her mouth as instructed.

She was determined to protect John and her brothers in this life. In her previous life, Aaron had been killed by an assassin Jasmine had hired while avenging Naomi. This time, she would rewrite his destiny.

She would tear off Jasmine's mask, and then she could do whatever she pleased.

Aaron looked at Naomi and said, "Do you want to go out for a bit?"

Naomi responded eagerly, "Yes! I want to go to Wingston's tropical rainforest."

John nearly jumped out of his seat. His eyes widened in disbelief. "You want to go where?"

The deafening tone of John's voice startled both Naomi and Aaron.

Naomi shrank back slightly before explaining, "Gramps, I've had a break for a few years. It's time for me to grow and develop myself."

Having been given a second chance at life, she wanted to live fully and for herself this time.

John agreed, feeling that she needed a reality check. "I'll give you three months. If you end up dead, I'll act like I never raised you."

Naomi smiled confidently. Her face glowed with determination. "Don't worry, Gramps. I'll surely come back healthy and be there for your fu—"

She stopped abruptly and gave a goofy grin.

John shot her a sharp look. Funeral? This ungrateful brat. Luckily, she didn't finish her sentence.

Despite that, he nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, Aaron, take Naomi there. Let her clear her head before coming back."

Aaron smiled lazily. After driving John back home, he took Naomi on a private jet to Wingston.

…

Three months later, at the international airport, Naomi emerged in a sleek black jumpsuit. Her figure was now more defined and sensual from months of training. Her icy demeanor warded off strangers.

With her hair pulled up into a high ponytail, she revealed a delicate, fair face. Her clear, sharp eyes glinted with a cool, piercing light.

Passersby gazed at her with admiration.

Naomi pulled her luggage toward the exit. Once outside the airport, she checked the time and noticed that Luna Caddel, who was supposed to pick her up, hadn't arrived yet.

However, Luna had told Naomi that she was already at the airport.

Naomi took a deep breath and looked at the familiar cityscape. She had finally returned.

Just then, a familiar, icy voice interrupted her thoughts. "Where have you been all this time, Naomi?"