Chapter 2

"First, let me share a little secret with everyone: my daughter hasn't been a virgin for a long time."

"She's had more boyfriends than she has fingers!"

As I opened my eyes, I heard my mom's excited, booming voice amplified by the speakers.

I suddenly realized I had been reborn, back to the very day of my wedding reception with David!

In my previous life, on this exact day, my mom had rushed onto the stage, grabbed the mic,

First declaring to hundreds of people that I wasn't a virgin,

Then following up with a dramatic sigh, "Thank goodness she managed to find an honest, simple man to marry her!"

Seeing the shocked faces in the audience, she grew more smug and escalated her attacks.

She continued to spread rumors that I was pregnant out of wedlock, mocking my fiancé for being a naive man taking on someone else's baggage.

She even hinted that I was promiscuous and had contracted syphilis!

I was furious. I stormed onto the stage, telling her to stop her nonsense.

But she just widened her eyes and said, with a straight face:

"Maya, if you did it, own it. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"But these things need to be made clear to your in-laws first, so they don't accuse our family of tricking them into marriage later!"

With those baseless lies, she nailed me to the cross of shame.

Just like that, my fiancé and his family were enraged. They broke off the engagement on the spot and stormed off.

I crumbled to the floor amidst the gossip, completely broken.

After causing all that trouble, my mom still cried innocence.

My dad and brother also accused me of making a mountain out of a molehill.

Finally, consumed by despair and pain, I couldn't take it anymore. I rushed out to the balcony and jumped...

Reborn, I wouldn't be so weak this time.

I'd make my mom feel the sting of her own words!

On stage, my mom was still talking with great animation.

All the guests' complex stares were now on me.

Last time, listening to those vile slanders, I wished I could crawl into a hole and die. I frantically rushed onto the stage, desperate to drag her down.

But I couldn't.

My struggles only confirmed that what she said must have been true, making me look even more guilty and agitated.

Thinking of this.

This time, with a calm expression, I asked the emcee for a mic and walked onto the stage.