I peeked out the window—only to see a crowd gathered outside, eager to watch the drama unfold.

We lived on the ground floor. If I tried to escape through the window now, I’d be caught instantly.

As I was still debating what to do, the bedroom door suddenly burst open—my father had kicked it down.

His face was grim, a look I had never seen before.

“Come out,” he said stiffly.

With my heart pounding, I forced myself to step into the living room.

There they were—those six men from my past life.

And the children.

My breath caught in my throat, and my mind went blank.

I had assumed my parents were just pressuring me to go through with the wedding. I never expected them to show up at my home.

The six children rushed toward me, surrounding me in an instant.

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

Their voices buzzed in my ears, sharp and overwhelming.

I looked at their faces—some of them actually shared vague resemblances to me. No wonder my parents believed them. Even I was starting to doubt myself for a split second.

“She always seemed so quiet and proper. Who knew she secretly had kids with six different men?”

“You don't know anything. Young people these days have such messy personal lives.”

“Those men are almost as old as her father, and they’re dressed like beggars. What did she see in them?”

“Maybe she’s into the mature type.”

“Old Hart, I’ve been single all my life. Let your daughter have a kid with me too!”

“Me too! I want one!”

“My wife’s been dead for twenty years. How about you spend a few nights with me?”

The neighbors' filthy gossip made my skin crawl.

And my parents? They just sat silently on the couch, completely indifferent.

I shoved the children away. “I’m not your mother! Stop calling me that!”

That one push was all it took, and chaos immediately exploded in the living room.

Crying, screaming—it all blended into one unbearable noise, attracting even more spectators.

It was a holiday, and by now, half the apartment complex must’ve been crowding at our door.

“How could you push your own children like that?”

“No matter what, they’re still your flesh and blood!”

“You were the one who insisted on having a child with me, and then you vanished after the baby was born!”

One of the men sat on the floor, hugging a little girl no older than three or four, wiping tears from his eyes.

“She said the same thing to you? So she lied to all six of us?! I spent years looking for her with our child!”

His child was one of the older ones.

The kids ranged from around three to eight years old.

I was still in school during that entire time. How on earth could I have had even one child?

My best friend Thalia could prove it!

In my last life, she had gone to confront Lester and missed everything that happened with these six men.

But I had already told her last night that the wedding was off. She hadn’t asked for a reason—just fully supported my decision.

I quickly reached for my phone to call her—only to have one of the men snatch it from my hand and smash it to the ground.

The screen shattered into pieces.

“You slut—trying to call your lover again? Are six men not enough for you? You really know how to act, huh?!”

“I heard you were getting married today. I want to see which man dares to marry a filthy whore like you!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I’m not the woman you’re looking for!” I shouted.

Rage surged through me as I stared at my broken phone.

“You’re still denying it?! You have a red birthmark on your shoulder, don’t you?”

“And two black moles on your lower back!”

“A red mole just above your left breast.”

“And a butterfly tattoo on your inner thigh.”

Everything they said was disturbingly accurate.

But I had never met them. I had never even slept with them.

“If you want to prove us wrong, then strip.”

“Yeah, take off your clothes. Let’s all see for ourselves.”

“Take off your clothes!”

“Yeah, strip!”

“Look at her—bet she’s been dying to show off anyway.”

Before I could react, someone lunged forward and yanked open the buttons on my nightgown.

The red birthmark on my shoulder and the mole above my chest were instantly exposed—confirming, in everyone’s eyes, that I was the woman these men were looking for.

Overwhelmed with shame, I grabbed my torn clothes and crouched down, trying to cover myself.

“This is all just coincidence! I don’t even know them! Mom, Dad—please, get them out of here!”

Tears streamed down my face as I desperately looked around for my parents.

But the sofa where they’d been sitting was now empty—they were gone.

Seeing that I had no one to protect me, more people stormed inside.

They dragged me to the floor.

Someone tried to pull down my pants.

“Let’s see if she really has that butterfly tattoo on her ass!”

Hands groped me from every direction.

Disgust and helplessness surged through me. I struggled as hard as I could, but they pinned down my wrists and ankles.

“She had six kids and still looks this slutty. Tsk. She's born to be a whore.”

“Bet her hole’s all stretched out by now.”

“Nope, it’s still pink.”

“Get off me! Get the hell off me! I swear to God, I’ll call the police!”

One of the men slapped me across the face four times in a row. Blood filled my mouth.

“Call the cops? I should be the one calling the cops, you filthy slut. What’s the difference between you and a prostitute?”

“Everyone here gets a turn! One buck each!”

“Me! Me!”

“I’ll pay two!”

The humiliation was crushing, suffocating. For a moment, I truly wanted to die.

But my body was pinned down, and I couldn’t move an inch.

Had fate really given me a second chance... only to show me how powerless I still was?

“Amber, you disgusting whore! I waited for you at the hotel for hours, and this is what you were doing? An orgy with all these men?!”

Lester finally pushed through the crowd, dressed like the perfect gentleman in his tailored suit.

His eyes were filled with loathing, and pure disgust.

But right now, he was my only hope.

“Lester... please... help me...” I choked out.

“Help you? After you cheated on me with this many men?! You’ve got some nerve showing your face!”

He lifted his foot and stomped on my face.

“So you're the groom?” one of the men sneered.

“Damn, looks like you’re just as kinky as she is.”

“They say birds of a feather flock together—and it’s true.”

The men shoved Lester out into the living room.

That was when we heard the sound of police sirens outside.

“Her man called the cops!”

“No—it wasn’t me.”

Lester shrank back, shaking his head in fear. “It wasn’t me!”

“It was me.”

Thalia’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

It was like seeing a lifeline tossed into a storm.

She helped me get cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothes.

When I returned to the living room, the onlookers had already scattered.

Only the six men and their children remained.

Lester stood sheepishly by the door, while my parents were talking to two police officers.

“This is all just a misunderstanding, officers,” my mother said. "Our daughter, Amber, has no sense of shame—she's had so many children out of wedlock. We’re just an old couple, and we can’t even show our faces in public anymore..."

My father held my mother in his arms as she sobbed dramatically.

Everyone turned to look at me.

Their expressions were a mix of shock, scorn, and something else I couldn’t name.

Lester’s eyes were filled with fury, like he wanted to strangle me right then and there.

"Mommy—"

"Mama..."

"Mommy!"

The group of children once again rushed at me, trying to cling to my legs, but Thalia stepped in and blocked them.

“Uncle, Auntie—don't you know what kind of person Amber really is?” Thalia’s voice trembled as she stood in front of my parents.

Her eyes were red with anger. “You seriously believe a few words from these men over your own daughter? She's your flesh and blood! How can you just sit there and let them humiliate her like this?”

But my parents looked as if they’d been possessed. They wouldn’t even glance in my direction.

“Who says we’re just talking?” one of the men said coldly. “We have DNA test results.”

All six men pulled out documents.

“If you’re questioning their authenticity, we welcome the police to arrange new tests,” another added smugly.

Of course I demanded a retest.

The police brought in a forensic doctor to draw blood samples from me and all six children.

When the results came back, I was completely stunned.

The paternity test results for all six children came back with a match of over 99.99%.

“What do you have to say now?!” Lester spat at me in disgust.

Even my parents didn't look surprised, like they had already expected this outcome.

Only Thalia clutched the reports in disbelief, flipping through them again and again. “No... this can’t be right. It’s impossible... completely impossible...”

Although the police were present, several nosy neighbors still dared to hang around the doorway, peeking in.

One officer cleared his throat and said, “This is a civil matter—we can’t intervene legally. You all should settle this privately.”

“No! This is wrong! I don’t know these people!” I rushed forward and blocked the officer. “I want a medical exam! A doctor can easily verify whether I’ve ever given birth.”

The police actually seemed to agree and were about to summon the forensic examiner again.

“What more do you want?!” My mother suddenly shrieked. “If you’ve lost all shame, do you expect me to lose mine too?!”

She lunged toward the wall as if to bash her head in. Two officers dropped their phones and ran to stop her.

“If my daughter behaved like this, I’d want to die too,” muttered one of the watching neighbors.

“The Hart family’s been upright their whole lives. Who would've thought their daughter would ruin their reputation in a single day?”

“There are DNA tests! The kids are hers. What more proof does she need?”

The officer who rescued my mother turned to me with piercing eyes. “The forensic team is swamped every day. DNA doesn’t lie. If you didn’t give birth to these kids, then who did?”

That was exactly what I wanted to know.

Why were my own parents siding with these men? Why were they helping ruin my life?

In my last life, I died without ever learning why these men targeted me. Just before my death, flickers of forgotten memories surged through my mind—but none of them could explain this.

As I stood there in silence, the police prepared to leave.

No! They couldn’t leave!

If they walked out that door, I knew I’d suffer the same fate as before—beaten to death. And maybe this time, even Thalia would be dragged down with me.

If I couldn’t even save myself after being reborn—and worse, if I end up hurting Thalia, then what's the point of having a second life?

Suddenly, I remembered something—something very important.

I looked again at the six children, and the realization hit me.

I stepped forward and blocked the officers once more.

“I know who these children really belong to.”