“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.”