My Daughter Pushed My Husband's Mistress Down the Stairs

My husband's new bride poisoned me. They called me a jinx.

My daughter suffered their abuse. My sister umped into the sea to save me.

My daughter perished with them in a fire.

In my second life, I held my daughter and stood over their corpses.

I laughed and talked with my sister.

1

I died from poison administered by Philip and his true love.

The day before his wedding, she slipped me the toxin. My body weakened. She strangled me.

She cursed me as a jinx, blamed me for my sister Nydia's death, for keeping her from Philip, for my daughter Ensley's existence.

After my death, Ensley stabbed Tina at Philip's wedding.

Tina survived. She and Philip tormented Ensley. In the end, Ensley set a fire that consumed everything.

Flames blurred my vision. My daughter died for me. My sister died for me. I was a jinx.

Why did I live? Why should I live?

I tore at my hair, desperate to return to the past, to rip them apart.

In the chaos, a child's voice whispered, "Do you want to go back?"

I screamed, "Yes! Please let me go back. I'll kill them. They'll suffer."

The voice faded. Darkness swallowed me.

I opened my eyes. I sat at the dining table, holding Ensley. I looked around. I was back.

She held a spoon to my mouth and said sweetly, "Mommy, this is yummy. Try it."

Tears streamed down my face, dripping onto hers. She stood on my lap, comforting me.

She kissed my cheek, leaving rice stuck to my skin. I hugged her tightly.

Thank God I had another chance. There was still time.

I wiped my tears and picked up the spoon. "Mommy's not crying. Let me feed you."

After dinner, Ensley tugged me upstairs to play dress-up. As we reached the stairs, Philip returned.

He wore a suit, talking on the phone. His eyes met mine.

Memories of my past life flooded back. After Ensley stabbed Tina, Philip locked her in the basement.

He started the abuse, which emboldened Tina. Rage consumed me.

I glared at him, the urge to kill him overwhelming.

A small hand grabbed mine. My senses returned. Ensley shook my hand playfully. "Mommy, I want to play dress-up."

I crouched, lifted her, and went upstairs.

I couldn't kill Philip yet. If I did, Nydia and Ensley would suffer. I wouldn't hurt them again.

Ensley grew tired and fell asleep in my arms. I laid her gently on the bed, staring at her face.

A maid entered with a bowl of medicine. "Madam, it's ready."

I stared at the bowl, smiled, and took it. After she left, I poured it into the trash. I sat on the toilet.

I needed a divorce first. Only then could I protect Ensley. Nydia wouldn't soften, and I could exact my revenge.

Without hesitation, I went to Philip's study. I took a deep breath and knocked.

He opened the door. "What's up?"

"I'm here to discuss divorce."

He looked stunned, then let me in. I stood at the door and said, "I'll leave with nothing but Ensley. Have the papers ready tomorrow."

I turned and left, returning to my room. I lay beside Ensley quietly.

After Ensley's birth, Philip slept in a separate room. Back then, I grieved over it.

Now, thinking of my foolish actions, I wanted to slap myself.

I held Ensley and vowed silently, *Baby, Mommy will protect you. I'll give you a new life and send our enemies to hell.*

2

The morning came. Philip lingered downstairs. My boldness yesterday rattled him. He set down his newspaper and approached me.

I stared coldly. "Where's the divorce agreement?"

He chuckled. "Miss Ashton, do you treat marriage like a game? You wanted to marry, so I did. Now you want out, and I'm supposed to agree? I'm not your toy. I'm a person."

I smirked. I forgot he hadn't yet swallowed my family's company. Of course, he wouldn't divorce.

Philip married me to get close to Nydia. But she hated men generally, so he shifted tactics.

In my past life, he fed me slow poison. My health deteriorated until I was bedridden.

His attitude changed then. He went from distant to rushing home from work, gently urging me to drink medicine.

That medicine eased my pain. I felt touched, believing he cared. Then Nydia slapped me.

She left without a word.

I never saw her again until Tina revealed the truth before my death.

After slapping me, Nydia jumped into the sea. Philip used my life to force her to sign over all her company shares.

She did, then leapt in despair. The medicine Philip gave me wasn't a cure, just a temporary relief. The poison lingered.

That's how Tina killed me so easily.

I chewed my food, eyeing Philip. This divorce wouldn't be simple.

He frowned at my expression. "What's so funny?"

I sneered. "I'm laughing at you. If I hadn't been blind, you wouldn't even deserve to stand here talking to me."

I went upstairs. Ensley woke and reached for a hug.

I scooped her up. "Sweetie, want to visit Aunt Nydia today?"

She bounced excitedly. "Yes! I want to play with Aunt Nydia!"

I carried her downstairs. Philip hadn't left. He was on the phone but hung up when he saw me and approached. "Carly, we need to talk."

I ignored him, walking past. Ensley, perhaps sensing something, stayed quiet in my arms, not glancing at him.

We stood outside Nydia's house. My heart ached. After our fight, I never returned here and blocked all her contacts.

The housekeeper opened the gate. Nydia stood on the second floor, locking eyes with me.

Tina's words haunted me. "Nydia gave up the company to save you. What's the point of you living? You only drag others down."

Nydia descended the stairs, skirt in hand, and stopped before me. Ensley squirmed, shouting for her aunt to hold her.

I set Ensley down. She ran and clung to Nydia's leg.

I sent Ensley upstairs. Nydia handed me a teacup. "Didn't you say we were done?"

I set the cup down, eyes red, and hugged her. "Nydia, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I should've listened to you."

She froze, then comforted me. I sobbed, telling her everything, including my rebirth.

She looked shocked at first, then calmed. She held me. "It sounds crazy, but if you want revenge, go for it. You've got me."

I kissed her cheek hard.

Thank God I had a sister who believed in me unconditionally.

3

Ensley and I stayed at Nydia's until evening before heading home.

Ensley, still excited, asked when we'd visit her aunt again.

I scooped her up, kissed her cheek, and said, "Soon, sweetie. The three of us will live happily together."

Back home, Tina and Philip sat close, whispering intimately.

They saw me but didn't pull apart. Tina even raised an eyebrow. I sent Ensley upstairs and approached them.

Philip stood, grabbing my hand. "We need to talk."

I ignored him and slapped Tina hard. She clutched her face, tears welling up. "Carly, I was just talking to Philip. Don't be mad. I won't speak to him again."

Her tears fell.

I raised my hand for another slap, but Philip blocked me. I grabbed his collar. "If you want your company to survive, step aside and watch."

I shoved him. He froze, staring at me. Tina rushed to him, then turned, playing the victim.

"Carly, you're too much. Your jealousy is out of control. Philip just talked to me, and you threaten his company? You owe him an apology."

Too bad I had no morals. I grabbed a nearby chair and swung it at Tina's head.

In my past life, Tina tortured Ensley like this.

She whipped her, smashed objects against her head.

Tina's scream pierced my ears. She collapsed, blood trickling from her forehead. She clung to Philip's leg. "Philip, help! She's crazy. She'll kill me!"

Philip stood still, gazing into the distance, ignoring her.

I seized Tina's hair, slapping her with all my strength, pummeling her.

I unleashed every ounce of my past life's hatred, each blow heavier than the last.

At first, Tina screamed and fought. Then she passed out. Exhausted, I stood.

I glanced at Philip, still statue-like, and sneered. "Philip, isn't Tina your precious love? Guess she's worth less than your pathetic company."

He clenched his fists and took a step toward me. "Carly, what's wrong with you lately?"

I shook out my hand, stepping close. "Nothing's wrong. My hand just itched. If she shows up again, I'll beat her again."

In the bedroom, Ensley clutched a children's book, asking me to read.

She drifted off in my arms. I checked my phone. Nydia sent a message. "Found something fun."

She attached a video. I watched it for a long time before typing back. "Keep it. It's a sharp knife."

4

After I beat Tina, her parents showed up, blocking the living room, demanding I face them.

I came downstairs. Tina's dad Nicole pointed, yelling. "Is this how the Ashtons raise their kids, beating people? Are you worthy of your dead parents?"

I scratched my ear. "How do you know I hit a person and not an animal?"

Her mom Emma lunged, ready to fight. I grabbed a vase and smashed it on the floor. It shattered. She froze.

I pointed at the shards. "Leave in three seconds, or I'll crack your skulls."

Emma jabbed a finger at me. "You think you're still an Ashton? Everyone knows you cut ties with Nydia. I'll call the police. You'll rot in jail."

I laughed. "Go ahead. I'll have Nydia buy your company. It's small, but it'll pave her way."