Reborn From Betrayal, I’ll Make My Mother Taste Ruin — Novel

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Eleanor has always been the dutiful daughter, but the cost of her mother's so-called love has been too steep. After a catastrophic betrayal that leaves her jobless and desperate, Eleanor finds herself inexplicably reborn to the night everything fell apart. This time, she’s determined to break free from her mother's suffocating grip, even as the stakes grow perilously high.

But can she navigate the treacherous waters of familial loyalty while crafting her own path? As Eleanor fights to reclaim her life, she faces not only the manipulative kindness of her mother but also the blind support of her father and brother, who refuse to see the truth. Each attempt to assert her independence ignites a storm of guilt and anger, leaving her to question whether she can truly escape the cycle of betrayal and control.

With every step forward, Eleanor must decide: will she risk everything to sever the ties that bind her, or will the weight of her family's expectations pull her back into the shadows? In a world where love is twisted into a weapon, can she finally find the strength to rise?

Reborn From Betrayal, I’ll Make My Mother Taste RuinChapter 1

My mom seemed incapable of understanding human speech. I had stayed up late preparing a proposal and told her I had an important meeting in the morning.

Yet she slipped sleeping pills into my milk and secretly turned off my phone. When I woke, it was already 10:30 a.m.

“Which daughter doesn’t deserve to be cared for? I just wanted you to sleep a little longer.”

There was no time to argue. I turned on my phone and found hundreds of messages from my boss and colleagues urging me.

Luckily, the company was nearby. I grabbed my laptop bag and rushed downstairs to see that the electric bike’s tire was flat.

“You complained that the tire had no air the other day, so I kindly pumped it for you. I forgot to screw the valve cap back on.”

With no time left to argue, I ran to the company, panting, and forced a smile as I opened my laptop.

No matter what I did, the laptop was soaked, dead, and refusing to turn on. I was fired and sent home, and Mom still wore that heavy look of disappointment.

“You said last night your laptop was dusty. I thought, it’s just dust, why not wash it clean with water? So I did.”