
I died. My husband had his arm around my bestie, taking my property deed. They discussed their future with my money, turning my house into a holiday villa. They said the child I raised wasn't mine. This marriage was a setup for my family's wealth; my bestie had been sleeping with him. Even the child was theirs. I died. But I opened my eyes on an operating table from twenty years ago! I smiled. In this life, I will take back everything you stole from me, with interest.