My husband, Gideon Huber, is a self-righteous hypocrite.

He used my money to fund an impoverished student's education fees, forced me to donate my kidney to a homeless man, and even gave my newborn to a human trafficker.

Now that I'm reborn, I finally found out why Gideon had done all those things to me in my past life.

Apparently, he was bound to the virtue system in my past life. This time, the system has chosen me as its host.

Well then, Gideon, please enjoy the feats of "justice" I shall perform on you!

My husband, Gideon Huber, always thought of himself as a saint. He capitalized on my sacrifices to enhance his own reputation.

In my previous life, I was beaten to death by a homeless man he had sponsored, and the baby I was carrying died as well.

Gideon had rushed to the scene, wailing in grief, but his words were laced with bitter irony. "Why did you resist? If you had just complied, you wouldn't have died. Now that you're dead, what will people think of me?"

After my death, Gideon never remarried. He came to my grave, mourning with a look of deep sorrow.

"Everyone makes mistakes. You're gone, but the living must go on. I've forgiven them on your behalf."

In truth, he was worried about the homeless man going to prison, so he fabricated a story, claiming I'd betrayed him and killed myself in shame.

My past was a tangled web of resentment.

Unfortunately for him, I had returned with my memories intact and a system.

In my previous life, everything Gideon did was to earn rewards from the system. But this time, the system was mine, and he had no idea.

This time, I would make him pay for all he'd done.

When he saw the cold look in my eyes, a shiver ran down his spine.

He pointed at me. "What's the big deal? It's just a kidney. Just give it up. Don't you have any compassion? He's so pitiful, and we have two healthy kidneys. Doesn't that seem a bit unfair?"

Oh, I did have compassion.

Of course I did.

I held his hand, my expression full of unwavering support. "I didn't realize you were so kind. You're doing a good deed. Of course I won't stop you."

Ignoring Gideon's confused look, I immediately dialed the phone. "Hello, is this the TV station? My husband wants to donate a kidney to a dialysis patient!"

His eyes widened in shock. He tried to grab my hand and snatch my phone to stop me. "What are you talking about?"

With a smile, I shook off his hand, completely ignoring his protest.

A reply soon came through the phone, and I continued, "You'll want to do an in-person interview for this, right? Yes, that's right. It's my husband, Gideon Huber. My address is…"

Gideon's face fell at once.

When I hung up, he frantically asked, "What are you doing? Aren't you the one donating?"

I blinked innocently. "Didn't you say I lacked compassion? Since you have so much of it, I thought I'd help you out."

Gideon was seething with anger. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but I wasn't going to give him a chance to back out.

"You're such a noble man. Why should I steal your spotlight? I'll let everyone know!"

"Kenzie! Come back! Don't go!"

Ignoring his shouts, I shook off his grip and bolted out the door.

The moment I stepped outside, I couldn't hold back my grin.

Gideon, this was just the beginning.

I beat the drum and turned the loudspeaker volume all the way up.

"My husband is donating a kidney to save a stranger!" I shouted. "What a great guy!"

Since Gideon wanted to play the saint, I figured I should help him out.

The commotion drew a crowd instantly.

Women from the neighborhood gathered around me. "Is your husband really going to donate a kidney to a stranger?"

I smiled. "Of course! Gideon's just too kind!"

They looked at me with pity.

Losing a kidney for no reason was a permanent blow. Even a perfectly healthy person wouldn't be able to make a full recovery from that.

One of the ladies, Mrs. Lawson, looked me over carefully and asked with concern, "Has your husband lost his mind? Why didn't you stop him? How do you expect to build a life together like this? You don't even have kids yet."

Kids?

Having a child for Gideon was the biggest mistake I made in my previous life.

During my postpartum recovery, I noticed my baby was missing, and only then did I find out that he had given our baby away. I was so furious that I smashed the door.

But Gideon scolded me for being petty. "It's just a baby. You can have another! That family really wanted a kid. Can't you be more understanding?"

In the end, I learned that the family was involved in human trafficking, but Gideon didn't care. He even laughed.

"They must have been desperate to resort to human trafficking. Who would have thought that the baby would end up making them money? Not bad at all. At least giving birth to him wasn't a total waste of your time."

Was that how a normal person would think?

I pushed those painful memories aside.

My phone had been buzzing for a while. Gideon had sent countless messages, asking me to come home.

"What are you telling people? That homeless guy is so pitiful. Just donate your kidney instead."

Since I hadn't responded, he called me several times.

I smiled and turned off my phone.

"Mrs. Lawson, how could you say that? Gideon's just too kind! In fact, the TV station wants to interview him!"

A group of people appeared in the distance, making their way toward us with camera equipment in hand.

The buzz of conversation filled the air as they approached.

I couldn't help but grin at the speed of their response.

A reporter recognized me at once. "You must be Mrs. Huber, right? We're from the TV station. We're here to interview your husband."

I welcomed them with a bright smile and invited them into my house.

As soon as Gideon saw me return, he rushed over. "Just listen to me. Donate your kidney."

What a joke.

The reporters set up and aimed the camera at us.

"Mr. Huber," one of them said, "we heard you're donating a kidney to a complete stranger suffering from kidney failure."

Only then did Gideon realize the TV crew had arrived.

Gideon was at a loss, stammering and looking incredibly uncomfortable. He tried to avoid the camera, but I pulled him back into view.

"Honey, why are you so shy?" I asked. Then, I turned to the reporters and said, "My husband says if he can help others, he'd be happy to do it."

Forced to face the camera, Gideon put on a stiff smile.

Once he had composed himself, as if suddenly remembering his script, he began to put on a show of righteous indignation.

"I will donate my kidney to him if I'm a match. He's just too pitiful! I'll be getting tested with my wife. More options mean more hope!"

I could see right through him.

He didn't want to donate his kidney. He just wanted a good reputation.

With a little manipulation, he could claim my kidney was a better match and get away with it, all while looking like a hero.

This was exactly how it played out last time.

I wouldn't let him win like that again.

I didn't call him out. I simply allowed him to continue his performance.

With the reporter showering him with praise, Gideon started to relax, becoming more comfortable in front of the camera. He went back to playing the role of a good guy.

"People should be willing to help those in need. In the future, I plan to give this house to a homeless person who has nowhere to go."

I couldn't help but scoff inside. This house was mine, yet he spoke as though it were his to give away.

The reporter, thinking we were some wealthy family, teased him, "Mr. Huber, you must be rolling in money if you're casually giving away a house like this."

But Gideon, eager to highlight his holiness and selflessness, shocked everyone again.

"Not really. We only have this one house. But even if we end up on the streets, we must still help those in need!"

The reporter looked at Gideon with a strange expression and glanced at me with sympathy.

"Mr. Huber, you really are… quite the saint."

I nodded along, supporting everything Gideon said.

Gideon's story went viral. The fact that he selflessly donated a kidney to a stranger made people believe there were still good people in the world.

In an instant, everyone praised his virtue.

Gideon was on a roll, receiving praise from all sides.

I couldn't help but laugh. This was perfect. The higher he climbed, the harder he'd fall.

Gideon turned out to be a perfect donor match. On the way home, I couldn't stop smiling.

"Looks like Heaven saw your sincerity and chose you. You're doing such a good deed!"

Gideon didn't catch the sarcasm in my voice. His spirit had completely hit rock bottom.

He wanted to do good, but not at the cost of losing anything of his own. Helping others with no pain or sacrifice was the kind of help he preferred.

Regret was already creeping in.

He never expected that my results would come back as a mismatch, while he'd end up having to sacrifice his own kidney.

In my previous life, my kidney hadn't been a match either. Gideon had simply swapped our test results to save himself.

In the end, the patient died from organ rejection.

This time, under my watch, he wouldn't have the chance to play those games.

Gideon's expression shifted into a fawning look as he said gently, "Kenzie, maybe your parents could get tested too. That way, we could help even more people."