My sister-in-law, Maeve Cohen, floored my luxury car and blew past traffic at about 125 mph, killing a family of three.

She pretended to be me and acted as if nothing could touch her.

"Those idiots walked into my path! It's not my fault they got hit!" she snapped. "I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress. Even if I ran, who would dare catch me?"

In my last life, Maeve said her husband wasn't home and she needed a car to visit her parents, so she borrowed mine.

She ended up racing down the road, plowing into a family crossing the street, and driving back over them to make sure they were dead.

The couple had just bought a house. The baby was only a month old.

When the victims' family demanded an explanation, she hid behind my reputation and spat venom.

"They're just three worthless people! I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress; why should I explain myself? Tell them to come to me for funeral expenses!"

The grieving family couldn't take it and came to my in-laws' place. "Three worthless people, huh? Today, we'll end you so you can apologize to them in person!"

My husband had died the year before. With no one to protect me, the victims' family turned on me, and I was stabbed to death.

The valuable wedding gifts my family had given to me became Maeve's overnight.

My family tried to appeal for me, but trolls who hated the rich maliciously reported tax problems about my father's company.

My father was driven to exhaustion. One night, he fell asleep at the wheel, and the car plunged off a cliff, killing him.

Only after I died did I discover it had all been Maeve's plan to ruin us out of spite.

Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day Maeve took my car and ran into those people.

I was stabbed so many times that I lost count. Right before I blacked out, I heard my sister-in-law, Maeve Cohen, laugh manically at me.

"Honestly, I'm not any worse than you in looks or education. Why did you get to marry the handsome, rich brother? He's long gone, and after you’re dead, all you have will be mine!"

I died unwillingly under her triumphant laughter.

Maybe fate took pity on how unfair everything was. I was given one more chance.

I was reborn to the day the victims' family first came to our house.

As I stood outside the airport, I heard the cab drivers calling for fares. The noise buzzed around my head, and a fierce excitement rose inside me.

I held my phone, waiting for Maeve's call. Sure enough, she called three seconds later.

"Lydia! What do I do? Someone scraped my car while it was parked!"

In my last life, she had said the same thing.

My brother-in-law, Richard Cohen, worked at a construction site, and they were struggling because Maeve had no income. So, I didn't make her pay for the repair.

"Do we need to compensate the other party? Since the car's mine, I'll cover it," I had said.

I said the exact same line this time.

"Yes, since you're not here, I can't report it to insurance… It'll be… a few thousand. You won't mind, right? When will you be home?"

"Of course not. I'll be home soon. I'll transfer the money to you."

"Wait—" she spoke, but I hung up before she could finish.

Last time, she had me send the money straight to the victims, and that became my admission of responsibility.

She was checking when I'd arrive because the victims' family was already on their way to my in-laws. She needed to know whether I'd get there in time.

Unfortunately for her, I wasn't the same naive Lydia Cohen anymore.

If she wanted to play games, I'd play better.

I had been slaughtered at my in-laws' house in my last life, and my father died without an intact body. I was going to make her pay, one thing at a time.

In my last life, my husband, Vincent Cohen, had died in an accident. To honor him and do my duty, I basically lived at my in-laws' house, helping take care of my mother-in-law, Vanessa Cohen.

That day, I had just returned from a business trip when Maeve called. She said Richard wasn't home and she needed a car to go back to her parents' place, so she asked to borrow mine.

Since she was family, and I'd always gotten along with her, I agreed.

In the end, she floored my car and raced at 125 mph. She didn't even slow down through the crowded stretch.

Right then, a family of three was about to cross the street. They hadn't even stepped onto the crosswalk when Maeve hit them.

The baby she was holding flew out of her arms.

Maeve didn't call 911. She backed up and ran over them again, making sure they were dead.

Her brutal actions angered the people nearby.

But she pretended to be me and acted as if nothing could touch her.

"Those idiots walked into my path! It's not my fault they got hit!" she snapped.

Someone shouted at her, "You can't just do that! I'm calling 911!"

She just scoffed, "I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress. Who's gonna touch me? You can call them if you want. If they're still alive, I'm not gonna cover the medical bills. Besides, there aren't any cameras here!"

She said that and left.

The family died on the spot.

Maeve then lied to me, saying the car had been scraped and she needed me to send money to compensate the driver. She tricked me into wiring funds to the victims.

The victims' relatives planned to settle the funeral arrangements first, then pursue whoever was responsible.

Maeve, meanwhile, put on sunglasses and a cheery pink tweed dress, brought a few bodyguards, and burst into the funeral hall.

"They're just three worthless people! I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress; why did you insist I come personally? I already paid for the funeral. Don't bother me about this again," she spat.

The family wouldn't let her leave, but she had bodyguards, so she just walked out.

By then, the family had had enough and stormed my in-laws' house. When I got home, they wouldn't hear any of my explanations and stabbed me dozens of times.

I collapsed into a pool of blood, every inch of me cut.

My father was devastated when he heard about it. He couldn't believe I would do something like that, so he launched his own investigation.

Maeve found a team to make the story blow up online.

Angry trolls who hated the rich started filing fake complaints against my father's company.

My father was buried in chaos, trying to deal with the attacks and a tax audit, to the point of exhaustion. One night, he fell asleep at the wheel, and the car plunged off a cliff, killing him.

Only after I died did I discover it had all been Maeve's plan.

She was jealous that Vincent had a better head for business than Richard, and I lived the life of a rich wife, so she planned everything.

What she had forgotten was that I was born the daughter of a wealthy business family myself.

She thought I was just lucky, but my good life wasn't only because of who I married.

Knowing she would destroy my father and me over such petty jealousies made my blood boil. I wanted to tear her apart.

But I wasn't going to let her get away so easily.

I was determined to let her feel every ounce of pain I felt in my last life.

I had 50 minutes until the mob stormed in, and I didn't have enough time to arrange for security.

As I thought about how to survive this, the vendors outside the airport caught my attention.

Maeve kept calling and nagging, saying the whole family was waiting for me to have dinner.

I took my time and bought a baked potato, and I paid double.

As expected, the vendor chased after me. "Miss, you paid extra, and you dropped your plane ticket!"

"It's okay. I don't have change. And that ticket's from my recent business trip. It's useless now."

I remembered the owner of this baked-potato stand very clearly. He was the one who had dealt the fatal blow to me in my last life.

He was the victim's second brother, Charles Fleming.

He was burly, as if he'd been in the military. Since he had chased me down to give me extra change, it showed his character wasn't all bad.

I showed him my round-trip ticket, mainly to let him know I wasn't actually in Pentaston these past few days.

"Here's your change. I'm closing up soon. I have an emergency up in Northgate Alley," he said.

I acted surprised. "What a coincidence. I live there, too. It's hard to get a cab now, and my family's waiting. How about I pay you 40 dollars, and you give me a lift?"

Charles hesitated for a second. "Alright. Hurry up and get in. I've got something urgent to deal with."

He would be foolish to turn away money. And he really did have something urgent. He wanted to kill me.

All through the ride, Maeve kept texting me, pushing me to hurry, and my father called to ask if something was wrong.

I told him to stay home and rest. I wasn't going to let him risk himself this time.

On the security cameras, I saw the iron gate at my in-laws' place being forced open, and a group of burly men rushing in.

"Which one of you is the Lincoln Enterprise heiress? Bring her out!" they shouted.

Maeve had changed into a plain look, with no makeup and her sunglasses gone. When she saw the crowd, her smile vanished.

She probably didn't expect me to get home so late.

The leader grabbed her and said something I couldn't hear, and Maeve crouched down, shaking her head as if she was terrified.

Because there was no audio, I couldn't tell what they were saying.

When we got to the doorway, Charles saw me getting off and froze.

"Y-you live here?" he asked.

"Yeah. Thanks for the ride," I said.

He tried to stop me from going in. "Hey, maybe you should just go for a walk first. There's—"

"Maeve? What's going on?" I didn't give him a chance to finish; I pushed past and ran inside.

By then, many neighbors had come out to watch. My in-laws' place was a three-story house with a yard, so whatever happened in the yard was visible to the street.

Maeve stood up and grabbed my hand. "She's Lydia! Lydia, how could you do something so cruel? You're on your own this time!"

The neighbors started whispering to each other.

"So it was Lydia who hit those people a few days ago!"

"She seemed so quiet before. How could she be so vicious? That baby was only a month old, and she ran over them twice!"

Their words triggered the grieving family. One of the men shoved me to the ground. "You little tramp! So it's you. Don't bother denying it. Your outfit gives it away!"

Remembering the last life, I trembled. "It wasn't me. I didn't do it. Please, look carefully. Are you sure it was me?"

The man snorted. "What's wrong? You were so cocky when you were bragging about being the Lincoln Enterprise heiress. Now you're scared?"

I shook my head and looked at Maeve. "Haven't you been using my car these past few days?"

Before Maeve could reply, the man barked, "Shut up! It's definitely you! You can't run now!"

He raised a knife to kill me, but Charles stepped forward and hugged him from behind. "Freddie, stop! I think something's off. This girl just got off a plane, and I drove her here. I saw her ticket—she wasn't in Pentaston these past few days. I don't think she's the one."