Reborn, I Rewrite My Fate

The sweltering heat of summer was enough to make anyone irritable.

Even with the air conditioner running, the atmosphere in the room was stifling, suffocating.

Donna cowered in the corner of the hospital room, trembling nonstop, avoiding the pill the doctor was trying to hand her.

"No, I won't take the medicine. I'm not sick!"

"Let me get out of here!"

Donna covered her ears, shaking her head violently, shouting at the female doctor. But the doctor seemed accustomed to such scenes, gently soothing Donna, coaxing her to take the pill.

But it was useless.

Just as the doctor was about to try another method, a young woman walked into the room.

She had striking pink hair and wore oversized sunglasses that concealed half her face.

Taking in the scene inside, she sneered, slipped off her glasses, and spoke to the doctor.

"That's enough. Your work here is done."

"Step outside for now, let me have a word with her."

The female doctor respectfully nodded, obeyed, and carefully closed the door behind her. At that moment, Sakura chuckled lightly, crossed her arms, and slowly walked toward Donna.

"Well? My crazy sister, still not used to life in the psychiatric hospital?"

"A lunatic like you belongs here. Or would you rather be outside, hurting other people?"

Hearing Sakura's mocking voice, Donna's eyes flew open wide in fury. She glared at Sakura with bitter resentment.

"Why? Why do you treat me like this?"

"Where's Andrew? Does he know you've locked me up in here?"

At the mention of Andrew, Donna's eyes lit up, her face flickering with hope, her voice growing more frantic.

But Sakura, as if hearing the funniest joke, smirked and replied with disdain.

"Andrew? You mean that foolish husband of yours?"

Sakura brushed her fingers through Donna's hair, curling her lips in contempt.

"He's the one who suggested throwing you in here."

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too foolish to keep your husband."

"Now, your husband is obsessed with me."

"Every time he sees me, he can't help but wag his tail like some pathetic dog."

Sakura's voice dripped with mockery.

"And you? You're nothing but a loser, a lunatic."

"Your husband is madly in love with me, and soon I'll take your place as deputy director of the corporation you two built together."

Sakura giggled, watching Donna's face flush crimson with rage.

Her eyes burned red, her chest heaving furiously. Sakura leaned in, taunting further.

"So? How does it feel to be outdone by me?"

Grinding her teeth, Donna lunged forward, desperate to claw at Sakura's deceitful face. But Sakura swiftly dodged and, with a vicious kick, sent Donna crashing onto the floor.

"Why?"

Donna screamed, but Sakura only admired her freshly painted nails, looking down on her with disdain.

"What else?"

"Didn't you always look down on my mother for being just your father's mistress?"

"Didn't you scorn me for being some country bumpkin?"

"Well, I wanted to see what someone as 'noble' as you had over me."

"And reality proves nothing but stupidity."

Sakura sneered coldly. She grabbed the pill bottle from the nearby table and hurled it to the ground.

Then, picking up a cup, she flung it at Donna.

The sharp sound of shattering glass rang out as shards scattered across the floor.

Donna's hand was cut by the fragments, streaks of red blood staining her skin.

Seeing this, Sakura suddenly screamed.

"This is bad! Help me!"

"Donna's having a mental breakdown."

"She tried to stab me in the neck with the glass!"

Sakura shrieked and bolted out of the room, just as the doctor rushed in.

She pointed straight at the stunned, bewildered Donna and shouted.

"Sedate her! She's gone completely insane!"

Donna, naive and helpless, was finally restrained by the doctor, forced onto the hospital bed, and injected with the drug.

As her vision blurred,

she saw Sakura sneering at her like a victor,

then lifting her chest proudly,

walking away with her back straight.

....

Donna, exhausted, ran along the road, her bare feet bleeding, yet her eyes still burned with determination.

When she saw the familiar door of her home, a breath of relief escaped her lips.

Overflowing with longing, she rushed straight inside, ignoring the resistance of the household staff.

No one was downstairs.

Like a madwoman, she dashed upstairs searching for everyone, shouting loudly.

"Mom, Dad, I'm back."

"Sakura and Andrew sent me to the mental hospital. The two of them conspired to harm me...."

Her frantic appearance, hair disheveled, clothes in disarray, swollen feet dripping with blood, did not stir the slightest concern from those sitting on the sofa.

They stared coldly at Donna.

In the depths of her despair, Sakura giggled, leaning against Andrew's shoulder as she said,

"What kind of joke is that? You're insane, so isn't sending you to a mental hospital the right thing to do?"

Andrew, looking at Donna's pitiful state, clicked his tongue and added,

"That's right. To send you there, we spent no small amount of money."

"Instead of being grateful, you dare to resent me?"

Donna blinked toward her father, but he only snorted coldly, his gaze full of disgust.

"Exactly. You're sick."

"If not staying in the hospital for treatment, what are you doing back here?"

"And now you try to frame your sister and your husband? Truly revolting."

Her father's repulsed face plunged Donna into utter despair. She could not believe it, collapsing onto the floor.

She could not comprehend how the people who once cherished and loved her so dearly had turned into this.

"This can't be... Mom, where is my mom?"

Donna's unfocused eyes finally caught a faint glimmer of light.

"She would never bear to let me suffer such humiliation."

"Just wait until my mom shows up, then you'll pay for this."

Before the three of them could respond, Donna heard mocking laughter drifting down from upstairs.

"Telling jokes now? Your mom?"

"That foolish mother of yours was long ago sent off to some remote mountain."

"Even if she wanted to come back and save you, it's far too late."

Sakura's mother, Lisa, slowly descended the stairs, her voice dripping with derision and delight. She glanced at Donna, curling her lips in disdain.

"And another thing, stop polluting the air here."

"Go back to that filthy asylum."

"Don't ruin everyone's mood."

Lisa pinched her nose, frowning as though she had just laid eyes on something revolting.

She clicked her tongue, and Sakura rose to her feet.

"My mom is right."

"No matter how many times you try to escape from the asylum, the result won't change."

"Be obedient and crawl back there yourself while we're still willing to spare you."

Sakura kicked Donna hard.

Staggering like a lost soul, Donna kept muttering that it was impossible.

Her eyes burned red with fury, her hands clenched so tight they turned pale.

Then she stood, fixing Sakura with a cold, unyielding stare.

"How... how can you guys do that?"

"How could you treat us like this?"

"Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Donna lunged at Sakura with lightning speed, grabbing hold of her.

But her frail body, weakened by long periods of malnutrition and exhausted from the desperate run, was easily overpowered.

Sakura caught her wrist tightly.

"Fool. To use your stupidity against us, how brave of you."

"If you don't like living peacefully, fine."

"Let me help you."

Sakura curved her lips into a sinister smile, her grip on Donna's wrist tightening until it flushed red.

No matter how hard Donna struggled, she could not break free.

Sakura's arm clamped onto her like an iron shackle, dragging her to the staircase. She sneered triumphantly.

"Get lost. And remember, when you're reborn in the next life, don't be such a fool again."

With a half-smile, Sakura raised her leg and kicked Donna hard down the stairs.

Donna lost her balance, her head slamming against the steps as she tumbled down relentlessly.

It didn't stop.

Blood spilled across the staircase, each brutal thud echoing louder, making Sakura's grin grow ever brighter.

By the time Donna landed on the floor, the ground was drenched in red. Most horribly,

blood from her lower body flowed without cease,

spasms of pain twisting through her abdomen until her body shuddered uncontrollably.

It was as if a fragile life inside her was slipping away.

Donna stared blankly, eyes glazed, at the flood of blood soaking the floor, and only then did realization strike her.

She had been pregnant.

And in that same moment of delirium,

The child in her womb was gone.

The pain numbed her,

her body collapsing with exhaustion,

powerless.

She forced her eyes open, only to see Sakura smirking at the top of the stairs, while her husband, her father, and her father's mistress remained indifferent, unmoved.

In the end, the people she once called family only wanted her erased.

How laughable.

Donna clenched her fists, and before her consciousness blurred into darkness, she swore in her heart.

If given a chance to live again, she would neve let these pretenders harm her ever again.

She would take revenge, make each one of them taste the same despair and torment she had endured.

And then, Donna closed her eyes in weariness, grief, and despair.

Never to open them again.

Light poured into the hospital room as the girl lying on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

A searing pain struck her head, forcing her brows to knit.

Dizziness was so overwhelming she nearly blacked out again.

Donna endured the agony, struggling upright to glance around. Her body ached as though it no longer belonged to her, and a violent cough bent her forward.

The sterile scent of disinfectant filled the room, confusing her. Hadn't she already passed away?

Where was this place?

Her hand reached instinctively for the phone beside her, eyes flicking to the screen,

The year: 2022.

Three years ago.

Donna's eyes widened in shock, her breath hitching in her throat.

That meant she had been reborn?

Before all the horrors of her previous life had unfolded?

Back when the corporation she and Andrew founded was still obscure in the industry, when Andrew still flattered her instead of cheating with her stepsister?

When she had yet to endure any torment, when her mother still held power in the family, and her father's mistress had not yet moved into their home?

Good. Very good.

Donna clenched her fists, pressing her lips into a hard line.

If fate had granted her this chance, she would seize it.

Everyone who had hurt her in her past life would pay dearly.

None of them would escape unscathed.

A cold laugh escaped her as she slowly rose to her feet.

Even as elation surged through her at this rebirth, even as her mind brimmed with countless schemes for vengeance, the hospital room door opened.

A stranger stepped in, his eyes flashing with disdain as they fell on Donna.

"So, you're awake? What trick are you playing this time?"

"Harming yourself just to get into the hospital and see me, don't you find that boring?"

He glanced at his watch, speaking lazily.

"I can only spare you five minutes at most, so if you have something to say, hurry up."

Then, under Donna's bewildered gaze, he gave a cold snort.

"Still not talking? What's wrong?"

"Cat got your tongue?"

Donna tilted her head, staring at the man in confusion.

"..."

Who is he?

This rude, ugly man, who on earth was he?

His small eyes and thin lips screamed unfaithfulness,

a Playboy through and through.

And now he dared to raise his voice at her.

Where did he get that kind of confidence?

She hadn't even expressed her irritation at his barging in to disturb her.

Donna curled her lips in disdain. She was never the meek type, and his arrogance quickly drained what little patience she had left.

"Who are you? Barging in here, talking nonsense?"

"Do we even know each other?"

"Shut up! Do you not realize you can't make a scene in a hospital?"

Donna pursed her lips in disgust, glaring at the man with obvious impatience.

That expression clearly startled Randor, though he quickly regained composure.

"So now you're pretending to have amnesia?"

"Bonnie, I've told you countless times, stop playing your cheap tricks to waste my time."

"And another thing, Fallon has been unwell lately. I'll be staying at her place to take care of her for a few days."

Randor's voice was indifferent, but his words carried a threat.

"Don't you dare run crying to my parents and cause trouble."

"That'll only make me hate you even more."

His cold tone made Donna laugh out of sheer anger.

Mistaking her for someone else and then scolding her?

This man was insane.

"Hey, what nonsense are you spouting? And who the hell is Fallon?"

"And another thing, if you're sick, then go get checked, don't sit here babbling and bothering me."

"This is a hospital, take a number and get examined instead of wasting time here!"

"Ugly and yet so talkative, clucking like a chicken, don't you find yourself annoying?"

"Get out."

Donna curled her lips, pointing toward the door. Randor's words made her head throb and spin. She only wanted him gone as quickly as possible.

This cold, indifferent attitude of Donna's had clearly provoked Randor. He grew furious, letting out a cold laugh.

"Fine, very good, Bonnie. You dare chase me away?"

"Good, so good."

"Then from now on, even if you kneel and beg, don't dream of me coming back."

With that, Randor flung the door open and stormed out.

The door slammed hard against the wall with a loud bang, making Donna instinctively furrow her brows.

She slammed her hand on the table in anger.

Was that man insane?

Talking like a madman, what a waste of time.

Donna pursed her lips, scoffing at the thought of kneeling.

If she ever did kneel, it would only be to beg him to get lost faster and never let her see that ugly face again.

Donna shrugged, stepping down from the bed to look in the mirror, wanting to admire her beauty from three years ago.

Since founding a business with that bastard Andrew, Donna had hardly cared for her appearance, often staying up late with him to finish work, a workaholic to the point of exhausting her health.

She had long forgotten just how beautiful she once was.

Donna approached the mirror, but when she caught sight of the face reflected back at her, she was so shocked she collapsed onto the floor.

"This can't be..."

Her face turned deathly pale, her head shaking again and again as she muttered under her breath.

Whose face was this?

It's not her face.

Donna's eyes widened as she forced herself up again to face the mirror,

reassuring herself that she must have only seen it wrong.

But no miracle appeared.

In the reflection was a girl with lustrous golden hair, large, round eyes, sharp with intensity, a high nose bridge, and soft, rosy lips.

At the corner of her eye, a small mole stood out.

Donna, dazed, reached up to touch her face.

The delicate,

velvety sensation under her fingertips left her stunned,

unable to even describe the flood of emotions within her.

Her mind was blank.

At that moment, another girl rushed in, her face etched with worry. Seeing Donna standing in front of the mirror, she exhaled in relief and hurried closer.

"Bonnie, you're awake. You nearly scared me to death."

"How could you be so foolish? Just because you found out that bastard Randor was cheating on you, you starved yourself for three days until you fainted."

"He won't regret anything just because you harm yourself, wake up already..."

The girl spoke while shaking Donna's shoulders endlessly, leaving her dazed as she tried to absorb the information. She blinked.

"What are you saying? Randor?"

"Who is he?"

Lily, bewildered, touched Donna's forehead and muttered,

"Bonnie, are you alright? You don't have a fever. Did starving yourself make you lose your memory?"

"Randor is your fiancé, the man you love so passionately."

"He just stormed out of here in anger, remember?"

"..."

Lily kept speaking, while Donna listened in silence, piecing everything together.

She was Bonnie, fiancée of Randor.

That very same ugly man from earlier.

And she, supposedly, loved Randor deeply, more than her own life.

The very thought sent chills crawling over Donna's skin.

"Insane."

"Completely insane..."

Donna whispered.

And then,

Overwhelmed, she fainted in shock.

...

In the dream,

Donna saw herself slowly running toward her,

bewilderment written all over her face, her voice rising uncontrollably.

"Why are you living in my body?"

"Who are you?"

The question was vague, but Donna understood the meaning behind it.

She blinked, vaguely explaining.

"My name is Donna. Don't be hostile, because I myself don't know what is going on."

"I was pushed down the stairs and passed away, about a few days ago."

"When I came back, I thought I'd been given a new beginning, but I don't know why I ended up living inside your body."

Donna blinked again, quietly recounting the events of her previous life to the girl.

She listened intently, then finally curled her lips and cursed in anger.

"Truly disgusting. Men really are all the same."

The words were a little too sweeping, not entirely fair, but Donna stayed silent, choosing not to argue.

"He might even be worse than my bastard fiancé."

She clicked her tongue, sighing, before slowly sharing her own past life with Donna.

It was then that Donna learned her name was Bonnie.

She was the eldest daughter of a billionaire family,

raised in wealth,

a true heiress.

But she had been deeply obsessed with Randor, her fiancé, a vile man.

He exploited Bonnie to build his company into success, yet betrayed her with his secretary, even fathering a child with her.

He longed to be with that secretary so badly, yet couldn't bear to part with the vast fortune of Bonnie's family.

So he continued to conceal the truth, deceiving Bonnie into marriage.

"And then that bastard told me he was in the final stage of kidney failure, that he needed a transplant to survive."

"And my kidney was a perfect match."

Bonnie thought of the past, rage swelling until veins stood out across her forehead. She let out a bitter laugh.

"I was foolish enough to agree to donate my kidney, never realizing it was all just Randor's scheme to have me die on the operating table."

"After that, my parents, stricken with grief, grew careless and were killed in a car accident."

"My younger sister was left helpless, with nowhere to turn."

"Randor even used his status as her brother-in-law to force her to quit school, marrying her off to an old billionaire who already had three ex-wives."

"In the end, after clashing with that billionaire's lover, my sister fell from a high floor and died not long after."

As Bonnie spoke, tears streamed down her beautiful face, her heart clenching with anguish.

"In the end, that foolish husband Randor conveniently inherited my family's massive fortune, living happily ever after with his mistress and their illegitimate child."

"I cannot accept that."

Bonnie clenched her fists tightly. Donna, hearing of Bonnie's tragic fate, could only sigh.

Indeed, it was just as painful and pitiful as her own.

Both of them had died in misery because of a vile man.

"Perhaps fate saw our suffering as alike, and because of the depth of our hatred, it brought us back into this world. We cannot waste this chance."

Donna gave Bonnie's hand a gentle squeeze, offering comfort. Bonnie nodded. Fate had given her a chance to start again, and she would not repeat her mistakes.

"But it seems we cannot switch back anymore. What should we do now?"

Bonnie sighed, clearly distressed.

She could not return to her original body, how could she carry out her revenge?

"We can make a deal."

"Help each other take revenge on the scum, and live the happy lives we were meant to have."

Donna turned toward Bonnie, nodding slightly.

They might not be able to exact their vengeance alone, but together they could cooperate and support one another.

If fate wished to mock them, then they would still face it head-on.

Bonnie's eyes lit up as if a truth had suddenly dawned on her. She nodded repeatedly, then clasped Donna's hand.

"Exactly. We can help each other, darling."

Having found their direction, they began to plan.

Bonnie recounted to Donna in detail the timeline of the events that had taken place in her previous life.

About the relationships around them, who was good, who was bad, who could be trusted.

Donna did the same.

And they shared with each other their plans for revenge.

They sat together for a very, very long time, until every word was spoken, and their eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Here's to our successful cooperation."

"Let's keep meeting often to update each other."

"If not in dreams, then in real life."

Bonnie suggested cheerfully. Donna nodded.

The plan had begun.

...

When Donna woke up, the corner of her lips curved into a cold smile.

Ah, from now on, she had to call herself Bonnie.

And in that joyful moment, she once again saw the ugly face of Randor.

"..."

Her pleasant mood vanished in an instant.

But she swallowed down the curse that rose in her heart, forcing herself to appear gentle and win Randor over.

"Randor, you came to see me?"

"How wonderful, you still think of me."

She blinked, pretending to look at him shyly, with none of the sharpness she had shown the day before.

Randor sneered with contempt.

"Didn't you just chase me out yesterday, shouting that you didn't need me to come back?"

"What now? You suddenly changed your mind?"

He glared at Bonnie.

"Such a good actress."

"If my parents hadn't called me, demanding I come to the hospital and take care of you, I wouldn't have bothered."

Bonnie clenched her fists, suppressing the urge to strike him, pretending to be shy, her voice growing sweeter as she tried to please him.

"How could I ever drive you away?"

"It's just... You loving someone else hurt me so deeply, I couldn't accept it, so I spoke nonsense."

"Randor, you know I love you so bad."

"How could I possibly live without you?"

Bonnie batted her eyes at Randor as she spoke.

It was only a lie, and who didn't know how to lie?

At worst, once this bastard left, she could just throw up later.

Randor, however, completely believed this frail, bashful display of Bonnie's, satisfied as he stroked her hair.

"Good."

"As long as you don't make trouble, I can still forgive you."

In Randor's eyes, Bonnie was still useful. That was why he couldn't bring himself to let her go.

"The matter with Fallon was just a misunderstanding."

"She seduced me, but I didn't care for her at all, rest assured."

"I'll settle this properly..."

Randor's tone softened as he offered an explanation, but Bonnie could barely hear a word.

She sneered coldly inside.

If it weren't for the provocative photo Fallon had sent her earlier, perhaps Bonnie's naïve self would have been deceived again.

But not her - Donna.

This bastard truly knew how to lie.

Didn't care for Fallon? Yet Fallon had a photo of herself in bed with him, while he lay sleeping in satisfied bliss?

Only Fallon's seduction?

But somehow the two of them ended up in bed together?

What, did Fallon stumble into Randor while walking, and they just happened to sleep together?

Was he trying to trick a child?

Disgusting!

Bonnie secretly curled her lips in disdain, but outwardly pretended to be delighted.

"Really? I knew it, Randor, you only love me..."

Seeing that Bonnie had calmed down, Randor lost his patience with coaxing. He casually stroked her cheek, muttered a few meaningless words, then reminded her,

"Don't forget, next week our engagement ceremony will be held."

"Stop thinking about shameless people like Fallon, she's not worth it."

"Prepare yourself well, so the ceremony can be as perfect as possible."

Randor stressed.

"The media is very interested in our engagement..."

His words made Bonnie's eyes gleam.

Very interested, were they?

That made it all the more entertaining.

Her gaze toward Randor grew even gentler, though deep inside a spark of excitement flickered.

"Alright, I understand."

"I'll prepare well."

By then, she would also give Randor a very big, very unexpected gift.

Bonnie added silently to herself.

Randor, his interest already fading, patted Bonnie's head with a smile.

"Good. Now rest."

"The corporation has much to deal with. I need to take care of it."

With that, he left without a second glance.

Finally, Bonnie allowed herself to relax.

She silently cursed Randor with every vile word she knew, only then feeling satisfied enough to lie back down.

Her mind, however, was already at work, turning over where the plan should begin.