Chapter 1She Wants to Be Reborn to Torture Him
Chapter 1 She Wants to Be Reborn to Torture Him
The smell of disinfectant clung to the air, sharp and sterile.
The light above was too bright—it burned through her eyelids.
Clara lay half-sitting on the bed, skin almost translucent against the white sheets.
A needle pierced her wrist, a thin tube feeding red drops that seemed to count down her life.
She knew she didn’t have much time left.
The doctors had said her heart could stop at any moment.
But she refused to close her eyes.
Not yet.
Not before he came.
The door creaked open.
Ethan walked in.
Black suit, collar neat, face unreadable—cold as stone.
“Clara,” he said flatly. “What do you want to say?”
Even now, his voice could cut through her like glass.
She gave him a weak smile—mocking, almost playful.
“Ethan, I’m dying. Can’t you at least pretend to feel sorry for me?”
He didn’t even blink. “After what you did to Lily, you still expect my pity?”
Her lips twisted. The taste of iron filled her mouth.
“I hurt her? She’s your saint, isn’t she? You never saw the blood I bled for you.”
Her fingers tightened around the sheets.
“I just… can’t accept it ending like this.”
“What exactly can’t you accept?”
Her eyes flickered—part pain, part madness.
“That the man I loved all my life only ever saw me as a joke.”
Ethan’s brow creased. “Stop being dramatic, Clara. You made this mess yourself.”
She let out a small laugh, raw and broken. “You’re right. I did. But you’ll pay for it all the same.”
Her breath hitched, but her voice sharpened.
“Tell me, Ethan—when is Lily’s next ovulation date?”
The question hit him like a slap. His expression darkened.
“Even on your deathbed, you still want to hurt her?”
“Hurt her?” Clara smiled faintly. “No. I’d never hurt her. She deserves your love.”
“Then what—”
“I just want… to be reborn as your daughter.”
He froze. “What did you just say?”
Her voice dropped to a whisper, brittle but clear.
“In my next life, I’ll be your daughter… and I’ll make you regret everything.”
Her smile chilled the room.
The heart monitor beeped faster.
Ethan lunged forward. “Doctor! Someone—get the doctor!”
The door burst open. Nurses rushed in. The IV line tore loose, blood blooming across the sheets.
Clara watched him through the chaos. For the first time, his mask had cracked.
She almost smiled. So he can panic after all.
“Why are you panicking, Ethan?” she whispered. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“Don’t talk! Clara, just—stay with me!”
Her trembling hand caught his sleeve. Her gaze was dimming but steady.
“I’ll be waiting… for you to call me daughter.”
The next second—
Beeeeeeep.
Her hand slipped away.
Ethan went still.
He had never seen anyone die smiling like that—cruel and calm all at once.
The doctor’s voice came softly: “Time of death…”
At that same moment, in another room—
Lily clutched her belly, gasping.
“The baby’s moving too strongly,” the doctor said, frowning.
Lily’s voice shook. “It’s… a girl, right?”
“Yes.”
She smiled faintly—but then pain ripped through her again.
The fetal monitor spiked.
“The fetus is showing intense activity!”
Lily cried out, tears spilling.
No one noticed that in that very instant, the tiny life inside her moved—
as if smiling.
And in the morgue, miles away, Clara’s pale lips curved into that same faint smile.
Three days later.
Ethan stood before the covered body.
He hesitated, then lifted the sheet.
Her lashes lay still against her cheeks. That same cold smile lingered.
“You won, Clara,” he whispered.
But he didn’t know—
somewhere, a new heartbeat had already begun.
A child soon to open her eyes…
carrying that same familiar smile.
She was back.
