Reborn to Revenge: I Stripped My Husband and His Mistress of Every Penny
Language: en
I lay on the hospital bed, taking my last shallow breaths. I looked at my daughter, Vivian. She stood by my bed, staring at me with cold, detached eyes. She was wearing a revealing, sparkly outfit from a shady VIP club. "I can make five hundred dollars a night now as a VIP hostess." "It’s way better than the measly hundred dollars you threw at me every month." My chest burned. I coughed up blood, desperately trying to explain, but she reached out and pulled the plug on my oxygen tank herself. "Melanie was right. You don’t deserve to be a mother." It was only after my death, as a…