I Was Reborn to Save Him, But He Still Love Another Woman

So, I willingly bore his child, believing it would bring us closer, that he would finally open his heart to me. But on the day of my delivery, when I was at my most vulnerable, he stood beside me and revealed a horrifying truth.

“If you hadn’t taken Lillian’s place, she wouldn’t have jumped into the lake. She miscarried at three months and now carries a lifelong illness,” he said coldly. “They say Buddha’s relics can prolong life. This is what you owe Lillian—you must repay it.”

I was stunned, unable to comprehend what he meant. But then he reached for the newborn—our child—with the intent to turn the baby into a relic.

I cried and begged with everything I had. But he broke my hands and feet, silencing my pleas with pain. He locked me in the dungeon beneath the Caldwell estate, a hidden place of shadows and screams. And there, I became a prisoner, a vessel, forced to carry child after child.

Each time I gave birth, he took the baby away, offering it in a ritual to create relics, hoping to extend Lillian’s life.

By the time I gave birth to our ninth child, my body was beyond repair. I died, torn and empty, with my child in my arms. One body, two lives—snuffed out as if we were nothing.

But the heavens took pity. I was reborn, returning to the same life, the same faces, but now armed with the memories of my past torment. When I opened my eyes and saw the familiar faces of the Caldwell family pleading before me, I felt nothing but cold detachment.

“You’d best start preparing for Ethan’s funeral,” I said, voice emotionless. “Life and death are governed by fate.”

——

Margaret Caldwell, Margaret collapsed to the ground. His father fell to his knees.

“Rachel Monroe, please save Ethan! The Caldwell family has stood for generations. Our foundation cannot end with him!”

Before I could respond, Ethan appeared, walking weakly with a cane. His oncecharming peach blossom eyes were now distant and icy.

“Don’t beg her,” he said flatly. “I’m not ill. This is all just Rachel Monroe’s scheme—she covets the Caldwell family’s fortune. Don’t fall for her tricks.”

His glare pierced through me, full of disgust. At that moment, I understood—he had been reborn, too.

The realization hit me like a wave of ice. I trembled at the memories of my previous life—the dungeon, the blood, the agony. But I kept calm.

“You’re right,” I said with a faint smile. “The young master is healthy and destined for a long life. There’s no need for relics.”

“I heard he’s fond of a woman named Lillian. I’ve checked their horoscopes—they’re a perfect match.”

“Why force him into a loveless marriage? It’s better to let true lovers unite.”

Charles Caldwell, face turned grim. He knew the truth but had tried to bury it. The Caldwell family had investigated Lillian’s past and discovered the scandal she’d tried to hide. She was a known socialite with a chaotic early life. The root of her infertility wasn’t a tragic miscarriage—it was the result of numerous abortions, which left her with a paperthin uterine wall.

But Ethan, blinded by love, ignored all warnings. He blamed me and used my body—and our children—as offerings to heal the woman he worshipped.

Now that I’ve been given a second chance, I refuse to repeat the same nightmare. I dressed calmly and turned to leave.

But he wouldn’t let me go.

Ethan followed, grabbing my wrist tightly.

“Rachel, what kind of game are you playing now?” he growled. “No matter what you try, I’ll only ever love Lillian. I’ll never marry you. Stop feeding me lies about life extension!”

In my past life, I used my entire spiritual cultivation to save him. I offered everything, and he repaid me with silence, betrayal, and death.

He never knew the truth. He believed the lies—believed that the relics, the rituals, my identity as Rachel Monroe—were all fabrications just to trap him into marriage.

He left me bleeding and dying, believing I deserved it.

But now… now, I will walk away. This time, he will feel what it means to lose everything.

Now, I look at the lifeline on Ethan’s palm—faint and near breaking—and exhale softly.

“Don’t worry. I won’t interfere between you and Lillian Hart.”

Whether it’s Ethan’s death or the downfall of the Caldwell family—none of it concerns me anymore.

I will continue cultivating my path in Buddhism.

Let them bear the consequences of their worldly karma.

Seeing the calm in my expression, Ethan frowned slightly.

“Didn’t you once love me so much you’d rather die than let go? You’re really willing to give the title of Mrs. Caldwell to Lillian?”

I couldn’t help but sneer, but gave no reply.

I knew too well—no matter what I said, he wouldn’t believe me.

Just like when I first told him Lillian and I had never met him.

But because she cried a single tear, he believed I forced her into the lake.

Each time he remembered it, he would charge into the dungeon—punching, kicking, slicing my flesh to watch me bleed.

I told him I married him because I loved him, that I wanted nothing else.

But he insisted I was greedy for status and wealth.

He took a knife and carved the word “cheap” all over my body.

Remembering it, I pulled my hand back with all my strength and walked away, expressing cold.

I returned to the quiet courtyard on the outskirts, continuing my spiritual practice.

But the Caldwell family, unwilling to let go of their last hope, moved next door.

When Ethan saw me again, his face was as dark as storm clouds.

“Rachel, I really underestimated you. You claim not to love me, yet behind my back you’ve bewitched my family.”

“I’m warning you—no matter what tricks you play, it’s useless. Lillian and I already have our marriage certificate. I’ll protect her and our child this time!”

I said nothing, only stared at the black aura surrounding him.

In just a few days, his condition had worsened.

Last time, he had two or three years left to live.

Now, he has less than a year left.

Curious, I quietly calculated with my fingers.

My face went pale.

Lillian is a dark spirit. She brings death to all—father, mother, husband, son.

With all her past abortions, her sins are too heavy.

Anyone close to her will suffer.

If Ethan had avoided marrying her, he might’ve had a few years left.

But the deeper his entanglement with her, the faster his life force will burn out.

Thinking of how Caldwell elders had once treated me kindly, I wanted to give them a warning.

But before I could speak, Ethan shoved me hard.

Off balance, I slammed into the wall with a loud thud.

Without a glance at the blood trickling from my forehead, he turned and flung scalding tea at me.

“Stop looking at me like that. Your pitiful gaze makes me sick!”

The hot tea mixed with blood dripped slowly to the floor.

I wiped my forehead in silence, swallowing the words I’d meant to say.

“You’re right. I was too sentimental.”

“You and Lillian truly are a perfect match.”

Ethan’s expression softened slightly.

“Glad you finally understand. Lillian’s moving in this afternoon. Once the baby’s born, we’ll hold a grand wedding.”

“If you dare speak nonsense to my parents, I won’t show mercy.”

Seeing the hatred in his eyes, I sighed inwardly.

He still didn’t know.

The child in Lillian’s womb is indeed fated to be born.

But even with divine mercy, Ethan likely won’t live to witness that day.

I returned silently to my meditation room.

That afternoon, Lillian moved in.

Ethan drove her himself, his car tearing through the middle of my medicinal field.

Lillian rolled down the window, smiling smugly.

“Rachel, I’m so sorry. I only mentioned casually that those weeds ruined my mood. I didn’t think Ethan would take it so seriously.”

She tugged open her collar, revealing suggestive red marks scattered across her skin.

Ethan didn’t even glance in my direction.

He simply pulled out a thick wad of cash and flung it in my face.

“No need to apologize to her. A greedy and lustful woman like that—just saying another word to her would dirty my eyes!”

The sharp edge of a banknote sliced across my cheek.

I gave a quiet, helpless shake of my head, stepped over the scattered bills on the floor, and walked away.

In the medicinal field, ancient, rare flowers I had painstakingly cultivated for years.

They were among the few of their kind left in the world—capable of greatly alleviating Ethan’s condition.

But what the two of them did today served as their final chance of survival.

I no longer wished to be entangled in this mess. I decided to move far away into seclusion.

But that night, Charles and Margaret knelt before me.

“Rachel Monroe, please save Ethan,” they pleaded.

“He vomited blood and collapsed during dinner. Every doctor we called said he was fine. We have no one else to turn to but you!”

The two elders knelt and kowtowed repeatedly, their blood dripping down the stone steps, pooling near my feet.

“Rachel Monroe, if you can save him, we’re willing to donate half our fortune to rebuild your golden image and erect a temple in your name.”

I sighed. “How pitiful parents can be in this world.”

“The Buddha is merciful. Donate that money to children truly in need. I will help Ethan this once, in honor of the kindness you’ve shown others.”

“But only this once. From this moment on, his luck, joy, suffering, and fate have nothing to do with me.”

The two nodded repeatedly, overwhelmed with gratitude.

When I arrived at Caldwell residence, I saw two bodyguards forcing Lillian to her knees.

Margaret was furious. She slapped her across the face.

“You seductress! My son was fine until you came along.”

“You must’ve tempted him and caused him to collapse from exhaustion!”

Lillian lifted her tearstreaked face and shook her head in panic.

“It wasn’t me! It was Rachel! She drugged Ethan out of jealousy—because he loves me!”

Margaret trembled with rage.

I simply ordered the bodyguards to throw Lillian out.

Without a word, I entered Ethan’s room, placed the Blood Sutra beside his bed, and began to chant prayers.

I recited the scripture through the night, depleting my life force.

By dawn, I could barely stand.

“Ethan has made it through this ordeal.”

“Our past grievances are settled. Madam Song, take care.”

Seeing the color return to Ethan’s face, his mother wept with joy and bowed in thanks again and again.

I waved off her gratitude and cast one final glance at Ethan.

From that moment, whatever fragile bond once tied us together had completely dissolved.

The young man who had once made me fall in love beneath the blooming peach tree…

He had died in my heart long ago, buried beneath the betrayals of our past life.

I began packing, preparing to leave this place of entanglement and pain.

But on the eve of my departure, Ethan stormed into my home.

Without explanation, a group of men in black tied me up.

He held Lillian with one arm and a wooden board in the other—

And struck me hard in the face.

“You wretched woman, I thought you were dead!”

“Turns out you drugged me and tricked my mother into kicking Lillian out of the house! I underestimated how manipulative you really are!”

“You dared let Lillian get slapped—I’ll make you pay a hundredfold!”

Before I could say a single word in defense, the board slammed against my face again.

Pain exploded across my cheek, swelling it instantly.

There was no chance to fight back. No time to explain.

Exhausted from beating me, Ethan tossed the bloodied wooden board to a bodyguard.

Then, without another glance in my direction, he scooped Lillian into his arms and carried her upstairs.

Minutes later, their pleasurefilled moans echoed from the bedroom—my room.

It wasn’t until what felt like a hundred slaps of ecstasy later that the sounds finally died down.

I lay on the floor, breath shallow, the metallic taste of blood thick in my mouth.

The black aura around Ethan, once subtle, now swirled violently like a curse manifesting.

His face was pale, drained of vitality, his eyes vacant.

He walked over and looked at me with utter contempt.

“It’s your disgusting, piglike face that ruined everything. Just looking at you kills my desire.”

Turning back to Lillian, he said, “Let’s go, Lillian. I’ll buy you a luxury villa—make up for all the hurt you’ve suffered.”

Lillian smiled softly and leaned on him.

Then her eyes drifted toward me—gleaming with malice.

Suddenly, she let out a delicate whimper and clutched her belly.

“Ethan, my stomach… it hurts. Maybe it’s from all the stress today.”

She looked at him pitifully, tears shimmering.

“I heard that a blessing from Buddha helps the baby. Since Rachel claims to be Buddha’s reincarnation, why don’t we let her kneel and kowtow to me a hundred times to bless our child?”

Ethan, completely enamored, chuckled and stroked her hair.

“I’ll do anything for you.”

He raised his hand and barked at an order.

The bodyguards grabbed me and forced me to my knees.

Pain radiated from my swollen face.

My cheeks throbbed where the wood had split skin, my lips cracked and bloody.

I spat out a clot of blood and spoke through broken teeth.

“Ethan… I have not yet returned to secular life. For mocking the Rachel Monroe, your punishment will come.”

He sneered.

“Retribution? Spare me your theatrics. You used those lies to fool my parents. I’m not buying it.”

“I don’t know if heaven will punish me—but I do know this is your karma for hurting Lillian!”

Without warning, he grabbed my hair and slammed my head onto the floor.

My skull hit the marble with a sickening thud.

I saw stars. My ears rang. My breath caught in my throat.

But he didn’t stop.

Again.

And again.

Each blow is worse than the last.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Lillian cross her legs and lift her phone.

She began livestreaming.

“Everyone, look carefully. This woman pretended to be a saint, stole someone else’s husband, and destroyed a family. Watch how karma comes back!”

Thousands flooded in.

Some recognized me, their comments pleading for mercy.

But most didn’t know me and joined the fray, hurling insults, mocking me, laughing at my pain.

I reached for her phone in desperation.

Ethan stomped on my hand.

Pain exploded through my fingers.

He bent down and whispered viciously,

“Don’t even think about telling my parents. They’re out of town. They won’t be back soon.”

“Remember this, Rachel. Stay away from me—forever.”

I twitched weakly.

Blood from my scalp splattered onto Lillian’s feet.

She shrieked and stumbled backward.

Her phone slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground.

She scrambled behind Ethan, terrified.

“Ethan! She’s using black magic on me! I knew it! She’s cursing me—I’m scared!”

He wrapped his arms around her protectively.

He kissed her forehead, eyes soft and tender.

Then he turned back to me, face dark, voice filled with venom.

“You miserable witch! Why won’t you stop tormenting her?”

“Let’s see if you can curse anyone after I sever your tendons!”

He gently turned Lillian away from the scene.

Then strode toward me, snatching a fruit knife off the table.

I tried to crawl away, but my limbs wouldn’t move.

The blade sliced into my wrist.

Whitehot pain exploded through me. I screamed.

He couldn’t find the tendon, so he slashed again.

And again.

Blood soaked onto the floor.

It pooled around me like a red halo.

The room stank of iron, of violence, of death.

And no one stopped him.

The bodyguards standing nearby all looked uneasy and turned their faces away.

The pain was so unbearable that I nearly lost consciousness. I could only curl up on the floor, gasping for air.

Seeing the blood spreading across the tiles, a flicker of hesitation crossed Ethan’s eyes.

Lillian, tearyeyed, spoke again with a trembling voice.

“Ethan, are you going soft?”

“It’s fine. I understand. To you, neither the child nor I really matter. If you’ve fallen in love with Rachel, I won’t stop you. I’ll step aside.”

Then she turned and ran out of the house crying.

Panic flashed in Ethan’s eyes.

He rushed over and pinned my right hand to the floor with the knife.

I screamed in agony.

But he didn’t look back. He chased after Lillian and wrapped her in his arms.

“You foolish girl, what nonsense are you saying? You’re the only one I care about. Rachel means nothing to me.”

“For you, I’d sacrifice everything!”

Lillian wiped her tears and let out a brittle laugh, then spoke with a hint of madness.

“Then prove it. Scratch her face in front of me, and hand her over to your men. Only then will I believe you.”

Without hesitation, Ethan nodded.

He turned to me, his expression cold and twisted.

I couldn’t stop trembling, but my eyes locked onto his.

His entire body was now shrouded in a dark, ominous aura.

It seemed unlikely he would survive the night.

Just as the blade touched my cheek, the front door was suddenly kicked open.

Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell entered, their faces ashen.

The moment they saw my bloodied, broken form, their knees buckled, and they collapsed in horror.

“What have you done, you beast?”

“To offend Rachel Monroe is to invite divine retribution!”

Ethan scoffed and pulled Lillian closer, contempt written all over his face.

“Please stop with this outdated superstition, Mom, Dad. I know you’re fond of Rachel, but Lillian is your daughterinlaw.”

“She’s carrying the heir of the Caldwell family. How can you ignore your grandson for some outsider? Rachel Monroe? It’s all a scam—”

Before he could finish, the moonlight vanished behind thick clouds.

In an instant, a violent wind howled through the windows, rattling them.

A bolt of lightning split the sky—and struck Ethan squarely on the head.