Blurb：
After dying from a mysterious illness, I wake up back to the day my new housekeeper Mirabelle Cruz arrives. Last time, everything I did to care for myself—using expensive skincare, exercising—somehow transferred all the benefits to her. My husband Marcus Pembroke grew disgusted with my deteriorating looks while Mirabelle blossomed. This time, I refuse the royal jelly she offers and test my theory by giving her my moisturizer. Instantly, dark spots appear on my face exactly where hers fade. I realize Mirabelle is using dark magic to steal my youth and beauty. With Marcus unknowingly complicit, I must uncover her secrets and break the curse before I repeat my tragic fate. Will my second chance at life be enough to outsmart Mirabelle and reclaim what’s mine?Content：
In my previous life, everything I do to care for myself somehow ends up benefiting my new housekeeper instead.I apply expensive skincare, yet dark spots and fine lines spread across my face, whereas the 45-year-old housekeeper's face becomes silkier. I jog every morning, yet my body only grows heavier and bulkier, while hers becomes slender and toned.
When my husband notices the stretch marks on my abdomen, his face twists with disgust, and he never touches me again.
"I genuinely can't bring myself to touch you. How can you look worse than Mirabelle when you take such good care of yourself?"
My housekeeper looks at me with a sinister smile. A chill crawls up my spine, and the strange feeling makes me fire her on the spot.
Yet, as soon as she leaves, I start aging at lightning speed, entering menopause 20 years early and developing diabetes and high blood pressure. I see every doctor I can, but after hanging on for a week, I die from a stroke.
When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day she first reports to work. This time, I push away the royal jelly she sets in front of me with a pleasant smile. "I've been avoiding certain foods lately. You can have it instead."
Chapter 1
Holding a jar of royal jelly, my housekeeper, Mirabelle Cruz, seemed surprised. "Mrs. Pembroke, this is supposed to keep you young and beautiful. I'm too old to benefit from it. You should have it instead."
Then, she offered me the jar again. Her hopeful look sent a chill through me.
In my previous life, the moment I ate that royal jelly, I started to feel weak. No matter how much care I put into myself after that, all the benefits seemed to go to Mirabelle instead. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd slipped something bad into it.
This time around, I didn't dare touch it. I slid the jar back to her. "You can have it."
After watching her finish it, I went back to my bedroom and dabbed some moisturizer on my face to test my suspicion. In no time, dark spots bloomed across my skin, in the exact same places as the ones on Mirabelle's face.
As I expected, things hadn't changed even though I was given a second chance at life. I recalled how, in my previous life, the more skincare I used, the more spots and wrinkles I developed, as if I had aged 20 years overnight.
Shaken, I dumped all of my skincare products.
Mirabelle appeared stricken as she witnessed this scene. "Why are you throwing away such good products, Mrs. Pembroke? These must've cost a fortune! If you don't want them, could I take them? I can't afford things like this and hardly ever use anything on myself."
She fished the skincare products out of the trash and hugged them to her chest.
All of a sudden, a thought occurred to me. I hastily took out a bottle of moisturizer and applied it to her face, curious to see if my new blemishes would fade. Unfortunately, the spots on my skin darkened.
Mirabelle patted her own cheeks, beaming. "Oh wow, you really do get what you pay for. My skin already feels tighter and brighter!"
Through the mirror, I caught a flash of malice in her eyes.
Just then, Marcus, my husband, stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
His cold gaze swept over Mirabelle before asking me sharply, "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you not to let the housekeeper into the bedroom when I'm home?"
Looking at his impatient expression, it struck me that, in my previous life, he was the one who had brought Mirabelle into our home.
He'd claimed she was a first-rate housekeeper who had served the Larkspur family for many years. The Larkspurs were moving abroad, so they recommended Mirabelle to him.
Mirabelle was efficient, and her cooking was exactly to our taste. As soon as she arrived, she had the villa in perfect order, and I was initially very pleased with her.
However, three days later, I began to sense that something was off. Whenever I applied skincare products, dark spots broke out and fine lines formed around my eyes and cheeks. Meanwhile, Mirabelle's once-blotchy face became fair and smooth, and her wrinkles disappeared.
I went jogging every morning, yet after a week, I found myself putting on weight, my waist thickening with fat, whereas Mirabelle became slimmer and full of life.
I suppressed my anxiety and went to a beauty salon to get the spots removed. Yet, when the beautician lifted the instrument from my face, she let out a shrill scream. Not only had large blotches appeared, but my entire face sagged and wrinkled even more.
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