Blurb:
Born with all her past-life memories, the protagonist instantly recognizes her mother Rachel's cold rejection. In their previous life, Rachel's overwhelming love turned to devastating grief after her daughter's tragic death. Now reborn, Rachel is determined to avoid that pain by emotionally distancing herself from her child. But the daughter knows the truth: her "accidental" fall was actually murder by their seemingly kind nanny. As the same nanny arrives for her new role, the reborn child must expose the killer before history repeats itself. This emotional thriller explores themes of reincarnation, maternal bonds, and hidden dangers in a wealthy household where nothing is as it seems. Fans of psychological suspense and family dramas will be captivated by this tale of a mother and daughter navigating a second chance at life—and death.Content:
The first time my mother looked at me, her eyes were filled with sorrow.She wouldn't hold me, wouldn't feed me. She just let me wail until my throat was raw.
I was born with all my memories, so I knew that in my last life, she had loved me more than life itself.
But when I was three, I died in a fall from our balcony. The tragedy shattered her mind, and she lived out the rest of her days in a fog of pain.
Reborn, my mother had chosen a different path. A quick, sharp pain now was better than a long, drawn-out agony later.
She was going to let “fate” take me, just as it had before, before I could become the flesh and blood she couldn't bear to lose again.
But she didn't know the truth. My fall wasn’t an accident. I was pushed by our nanny.
And in this life, that same nanny was about to walk through our door.
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I was born in the dead of winter. The delivery room was heated, but I was cold. A chill that seeped into my very bones.
It came from my mother, Rachel. The look she gave me was a mask of grief and despair.
A nurse cleaned me, swaddled me up like a tiny burrito, and presented me to her, beaming. "Congratulations, she's a beautiful little princess! Here, hold your daughter."
My mother flinched as if she’d been burned, snatching her hand back and turning her head away.
"I don't have the strength," she whispered, her voice weary and hoarse.
The nurse's smile faltered for a second before she quickly recovered. "Of course, you must be exhausted after everything."
She turned her attention to the man waiting anxiously at the door—my father, Jacob.
He rushed in, a goofy grin plastered on his face. He took me from the nurse's arms with a clumsy reverence, as if he were holding the most precious thing in the world.
"Rachel, you did it! You were amazing," he breathed. "Look at her, she's the spitting image of you! Especially her eyes."
He held me up for my mother to see, his face glowing with pure joy, waiting for her to share it.
But Rachel only gave me a fleeting glance before shutting her eyes. A single tear escaped and traced a path down her temple, so fast you could have missed it.
The smile vanished from my father’s face, replaced by a look of helpless confusion. He looked from me to my mother, his voice dropping to a concerned whisper. "Rachel, what is it? Are you in pain?"
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