Reborn to Revenge My Husband's Family Killed the Wrong Child — Novel

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In a world where family ties bind tighter than chains, Sarah Lawson finds herself trapped in a nightmare she can’t escape. Reborn on New Year’s Day, she is determined to protect her son, Ethan, from the horrors of the past—a past where cruel games turned deadly, and the people she trusted betrayed her in unimaginable ways. As the echoes of laughter fill the air, a chilling sense of déjà vu washes over her. Can she alter fate before it spirals into tragedy once more?

The red horse costume looms in the yard, a sinister reminder of the horrors that lie beneath its bright exterior. With her relatives watching, their smiles hiding malicious intent, Sarah must navigate a web of deceit to save a child she desperately hopes isn’t her own. But with her husband Derek’s cold indifference and family members closing ranks, every moment counts. Will Sarah find the strength to confront the darkness lurking within her own family, or is she destined to relive the same heart-wrenching nightmare?

As the snow falls, so do the barriers between love and betrayal. Time is running out, and the stakes couldn’t be higher. Can Sarah defy the past and forge a new future, or will the sins of her family bury her alive?

Reborn to Revenge My Husband's Family Killed the Wrong ChildChapter 1 The Red Horse

At the New Year's gathering, the children goaded my son into wearing a horse mascot costume. They rode him like livestock, kicking and striking his small body, until they buried him face-down in a snowdrift.

He suffocated in the freezing cold.

I went mad with grief. I wanted to call the police, but my relatives turned on me, slandering me with accusations that I was the one who'd killed my own child.

My husband, Derek Lawson, stood on the sidelines, offering cold persuasion instead of comfort. "Just admit to negligence," he'd said, his voice empty. "Domestic violence isn't a capital offense. We can't let the children end up with criminal records over an accident."

Crushed by slander and loss, I suffered a complete breakdown. I wandered into traffic. My life ended beneath the wheels of a car.

When I opened my eyes, I was back. New Year's Day again.

I immediately contacted my mother and sent my son away. "Ethan Fletcher, you're sleeping at Grandma's tonight," I told him, voice trembling. "Do not come back here."