After Rebirth, I Switched My Dad's Rare Treasure1
In my past life, after my father acquired a rare treasure, he meticulously plotted to divorce my mother.
My mother left the marriage with nothing, while my father and his stepsister claimed all the wealth.
Unable to bear the devastation, my mother fell into deep depression and eventually passed away.
My father's stepsister forged a paternity test, convincing my father that I wasn't his biological child.
In his fury, my father used me as a stepping stone to climb the social ladder.
When I was no longer of any use, his stepsister drained the last bit of value from me, leaving me unconscious.
They discarded me into the wilderness and left me to die.
But now, I've opened my eyes again—back to the time before my parents divorced.
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"Divorce! We must divorce!"
My father's enraged voice echoed from downstairs, followed by the sound of shattered dishes and my mother's restrained, heart-wrenching sobs.
I stood there, stunned, taking in everything around me. Had I been reborn?
I had been reborn back to the time before my parents' divorce.
A shiver ran down my spine as I quickly decided against comforting my mother. Instead, I snuck into my father's study.
In my previous life, my father had obtained a priceless treasure and kept it secret from my mother and me. He used it to orchestrate my mother's departure and swiftly remarried Judy Best, his cunning and malevolent stepsister.
The blow of the divorce led my mother into a spiral of depression, eventually ending her life.
My father and his stepsister then confined me in a villa, cutting off all my contact with the outside world.
I was force-fed rare imported foods daily, purportedly beneficial to my health.
When the time came, they made their move.
My father had a major business client whose son suffered from an eye condition. To secure the deal, my father donated my corneas.
As a result, my father's business empire was growing and his future was bright.
I, however, was left in darkness.
My body harvested piece by piece—kidneys, liver, all used to elevate them to the top.
By the time I was on the verge of death, lying like a discarded rag on the cold basement floor, Judy walked in. Her voice, cold and exhilarated, echoed through the room, "He doesn't have long now, but he still has one last bit of value."
She left, and someone approached me with cold instruments.