Chapter 6
I couldn’t breathe. I begged them to plug it back in. But those monsters just stood there, watching me struggle–laughing at my pain. On my deathbed,
Billy came to see me, with Denise in his arms and said triumphantly, “You know what? When we first saw you, Denise and I knew instantly that you were our golden ticket.”
“At that time, Denise and I were in love and we analyzed your character. You are methodical in what you do, gentle in character and very kind to the people around you. But precisely because you are kind to the people around you, we thought we could use this to our advantage. And your father loves doing charity work and you are just like him, sympathetic to the weak. In addition, you are a little love–struck.”
“Plus, Billy’s family is poor and although they don’t have much to live on, they’re not so poor that they have to eat white buns every day. His poverty was a natural condition for your encounter.”
“We quickly came up with a plan for Billy to nibble on white buns in the dormitory and later faint in front of you just right because he couldn’t eat enough, to win your sympathy for the weak.”
“Next, we deliberately created a few romantic moments for you and you ended up together.“N
“Billy said he wanted to dink with you and asked you to remove your uterus. When he said it, he explained that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He was very worried when he said it, after all, you have tens of billions of dollars and he was afraid that you would dump him.“&
“Unexpectedly, you, being in love, actually agreed and really removed your uterus. So, the rest happened naturally and we got your wealth.“W
Denise and Billy revealed the whole plan.
I died in remorse, pain and extreme unwillingness!
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I married Billy.
When I heard him say again that he wanted to live child–free and that I should go remove my uterus, I sneered, while already devising the perfect revenge plan in my heart.
When he handed me the two children again, I only pretended to do it.
In my previous life, I took care of them with all my heart, but after being reborn, I let them do whatever they want.”
For example, Chloe was into bad boys with dyed hair. She thought they were cool and rebellious, always sneaking out to nightclubs. I never said a word. I just told her that as long as it didn’t interfere with school, it was fine.
Caleb was a bully at school, either causing trouble or fighting with others. I’d get called in by teachers several times a month. I’d apologize with a straight face–then turn around and let him keep doing whatever he pleased.
They are lazy and don’t like sports. Since they were young, they have liked to snack and eat junk food. Not only did I not restrain them, but I also bought them fries, cola, fried chicken and milk tea from time to time.N
This caused them to mature early and Chloe had her first period when she was eight or nine years old.
Caleb also grew fatter and fatter.
As for their studies, I only taught them rote memorization.
This method worked in elementary and junior high school.
In high school, this method no longer works, especially when it comes to logical thinking and spatial thinking reading comprehension, they have a hard time learning. Moreover, starting in junior high school, I paid a high price to hire someone to teach them piano, horseback riding and golf. These things might look high–end, but in fact they are useless and they squeeze a lot of their study time. I understand that the twin has average talent in this area and they are not very good at piano or anything else.
To top it off, I bought them mobile phones, tablets and computers early so that they could play with them as much as they liked. Everyone around me thought I was just a loving, doting mom. They had no idea I was sabotaging them from the inside out. One turned into a bratty, party–queen wannabe. The other? A trash–talking little thug.
And that’s not all.
I hired elite ex–military bodyguards to secretly follow Billy and Denise. I bugged their apartment, my house and their little love nest. Every whisper, every move–they were all under surveillance.
