The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact

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Jenna lay dying in the ICU, kept alive by a ventilator. Her twenty-year-old twins walked in wearing designer clothes, looking at her with pure disgust. Before Jenna could even reach out, Arthur stepped back. "Don't touch me. You'll ruin my jacket." Clio shoved a photo in Jenna's face, revealing their billionaire father was marrying someone else next week. They told Jenna she was a penniless nobody, nothing but a cheap incubator for the Knight family heirs. Then, checking his luxury watch, Arthur complained they were going to be late for a charity gala. Smiling coldly, he reached out and unplugged her life support. Jenna suffocated in agony, watching her own children walk away without looking back. As the heart monitor flatlined, she swore a blood oath. If she ever got another chance, she would make them bleed. When she opened her eyes again, she was back fifteen years in the past. Her five-year-old son was kicking her bed, screaming at her to make his pancakes. The trauma of her death ignited into pure, freezing rage. She finally understood that to this family, she was just livestock. This time, Jenna didn't drop to her knees to coax him. She dragged the brat over her knee and slapped him hard. She demanded a divorce, escaped her locked mansion using torn bedsheets, and ran into the dark. Finding a bleeding, heavily armed military operative hiding from assassins, Jenna pressed her hands against his wound. "I get you out of this kill zone. In exchange, you protect me."