Reborn to Destroy My Husband

My best friend married a billionaire, then like some charity handout, introduced me to her husband's assistant.

You're my friend, Adrian is my husband's assistantyou two are perfect for each other!

Just like that, Adrian was forced to marry me.

For three years after our marriage, he treated me well, doted on me beyond measure, making me believe I'd found true love.

Until I went into labor after ten months of pregnancy with massive hemorrhaging.

He said contemptuously, "This child isn't mine. Just a bastard from some homeless man. If it dies, it dies."

"My darling Gianna and I are the perfect match! As for someone like you, you only deserve to sleep with homeless people!"

Turns out on our wedding night, the man who slept with me was a homeless man.

On the operating table, I closed my eyes in despair and hatred.

When I opened them again, I'd been rebornright back to the day my best friend introduced Adrian to me.

My best friend Melissa wouldn't stop talking.

"Josie, what do you think of Sebastian's assistant Adrian?"

"He's handsome, has a great personalityyou two would be absolutely perfect together!"

I stared at the scene before me, my nails digging into my palms.

In my past life, out of consideration for years of friendship, I'd agreed to date Adrian.

Adrian was too good at pretending.

He put on this gentle, refined act, taking care of me meticulously in daily life.

After marriage, he was even more accommodating, making me mistakenly believe I was a happy woman.

It wasn't until I went through that brutal surgery that I heard those words insulting my child.

Only then did I understand that on our wedding night, it was a homeless man who'd slept with me.

Nausea surged up. I shoved away the photo Melissa was trying to show me.

"Not interested."

Melissa froze in place.

"Josie, you usually listen to me. Adrian really is amazing."

I looked directly at her.

"If you like matchmaking so much, go to a pet store and buy two dogs to pair up."

Melissa's face flushed red. Sebastian, sitting beside her, frowned.

"Josie, Melissa means well."

I grabbed my purse and strode toward the exit.

"I can't accept this kind of 'well-meaning.'"

I pushed open the private room door and collided head-on with a man.

This was Adrian's scent.

In my past life, these very eyes had deceived me for three whole years.

"Miss Sinclair, leaving in such a hurry?"

He lowered his voice. I couldn't help but step back to create distance.

"Move."

Adrian raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting my attitude to be so hostile.

He stepped forward, lowering his voice.

"Miss Sinclair seems to have considerable hostility toward me."

"Have we met before?"

I raised my head in defiance.

"Never met you, but I don't like the look of you."

Adrian let out a soft laugh.

"Miss Sinclair is quite forthright."

"However, Mr. Hayes and Miss Whitmore's kind intentionsfor Miss Sinclair to refuse so directly, isn't that rather disrespectful?"

I pulled my lips into a smirk.

"My dignitywhy should I let them trample on it?"

With that, I walked around him and headed out.

Adrian behind me kept staring at me.

Back at my place, I immediately started packing to move. The farther from Adrian, the better.

The doorbell rang just then. Adrian stood outside holding a document.

"Miss Sinclair, I think we need to talk."

I was about to close the door when he jammed it open with his hand.

"About the company your father left behinddoesn't Miss Sinclair want to know its current situation?"

I stopped.

The company my father left was the only thing I truly cared about.

In my past life, after we married, he took full control of the company, and eventually it all became Gianna Smith's dowry.

I kept a straight face and let him in.

Adrian tossed the document on the coffee table.

"The company's cash flow is broken. Without capital injection within three days, it will go bankrupt and liquidate."

"And currently, only I can come up with that money."

I turned to look at him.

"What are your conditions?"

Adrian leaned in close to me.

"Marry me."

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Adrian, what's in it for you?"

"I want you."

He was acting too convincing. Having died once, I would never believe this nonsense again.

I picked up the document and ripped it in half.

"Let it go bankrupt then."

"I'd rather beg on the streets than marry you."

After Adrian left, I quickly contacted the company's finance department to verify.

The situation was worse than he'd described.

Not only was the cash flow broken, but several huge debts were about to come due. Someone was obviously manipulating things behind the scenes.

Who else could it be but Adrian?

To force me to submit, he'd stop at nothing. This playbook was exactly the same as my past life.

First strike from the shadows to create a crisis, then appear as the savior to resolve it, so I'd be grateful to him.

This time I absolutely wouldn't play his game.

I listed my properties and jewelry for sale, even went to find former rivals to try to transfer shares at a low price.

Result: everyone avoided me completely.

Sebastian had spread the word behind the sceneswhoever dared help me would be openly opposing Hayes Group.

Melissa called to persuade me.

"Josie, what's wrong with just giving in a little?"

"Adrian likes you so much, he even went to beg Sebastian for you."

"If you marry him, the company is saved, you get a good homeeveryone's happy, isn't that good?"

I pressed the hang-up button and blocked her.

Three days later, the court summons arrived in my hands.

I sat in the empty rental apartment.

The door was pushed open. Adrian stood in the doorway holding an umbrella.

"Josie, stop struggling."

He walked forward, looking down at me from above.

"Just nod your head, and all your current difficulties will be resolved."

I raised my head to stare at him.

"Adrian, do you think that by pushing someone to the edge and then showing a little mercy, they'll be grateful to you?"

He frowned.

"I'm just trying to help you."

"Helping me means cutting off all my escape routes?" I stood and walked toward him.

"And having Sebastian blacklist me?"

Adrian reached out and gripped my chin hard.

"Josie, my patience is limited."

"You can only marry me."

I pulled my lips into a smile.

"Fine, I'll marry you."

Adrian froze for a moment, apparently not expecting me to agree so readily.

He released his hand, his eyes filling again with that fake gentle look.

"That's right."

"I'll give you a wedding."

I didn't respond. The wedding from my past life and the homeless man on the wedding night were vivid in my mind. I couldn't possibly repeat that mistake.

Agreeing to him was just to get the capital injection.

As soon as the money arrived, I'd take the funds and run far away.

On the day we registered our marriage, Adrian was dressed impeccably.

He held my hand as we walked out of City Hall.

"Josie, from now on we're husband and wife."

Such an affectionate way to address me. I pulled my hand back and gave a perfunctory response.

A sports car stopped in front of us. The window rolled down to reveal a face.

It was Gianna, the woman Adrian was obsessed with.

In my past life, to please this woman, he could even sacrifice my life.

"Adrian, congratulations."

Gianna got out of the car and looked at me provocatively.

"This must be Miss Sinclair, right? So beautifulno wonder Adrian skipped even my birthday party for you."

Adrian's shoulders stiffened imperceptibly.

He turned to look at Gianna, tension in his voice.

"Gianna, why are you here?"

Gianna pouted and walked over, intimately linking her arm with his.

"I came to see Adrian's new bride."

"Adrian, my stomach hurts. Will you come to the hospital with me?"

Right in front of me, his newlywed wife, she showed not the slightest restraint.

Adrian turned back to look at me.

"Josie, Gianna's health isn't good. I'll take her to the hospital first. I'll have the driver take you home."

In my past life, the first day after registering was the same. He was called away by Gianna with one phone call.

Leaving me alone in the bridal suite for an entire night.

Back then I actually believed he was just taking care of his sister.

I nodded at them.

"Sure, take your time. I won't see you off."

Adrian seemed quite dissatisfied with my calm reaction. He frowned, about to speak.

Gianna pulled him directly into the car.

After the sports car drove away, I pulled out my phone and called finance.

"Has the money arrived?"

"Yes, Ms. Sinclair."

I smiled slightly.

"Transfer the money to the offshore account immediately. Then report to the police that the company is suspected of illegal fundraising, and apply for bankruptcy protection."

Back at that bridal suite.

I threw all the couple items Adrian had prepared in advance into the trash, then booked the earliest international flight.

Just as I was about to leave, the door was violently pushed open.

Adrian rushed in and grabbed my throat, slamming me hard against the wall.

"Josie, you played me!"

Blue veins bulged at his temples, his eyes wide and round.

"You transferred the money? And voluntarily applied for bankruptcy?"

I was forced to tilt my head back, staring at him through the suffocating sensation.

"That's right."

"Your moneyI find it dirty."

The grip on my throat tightened.

"You're asking for death!"

I forced out a smile with difficulty.

"Go ahead, strangle me."

"Strangle me, and you still won't get that money back."

Adrian suddenly released his grip.

I slid down the wall to the floor, clutching my throat and coughing violently.

He squatted down and grabbed my face.

"Josie, you think you can run?"

"Your father's ashes are still in the cemetery. Believe me when I say I'll have them dug up tomorrow?"

I couldn't stop trembling.

In my past life, he'd used my father's ashes as leverage to force me to donate bone marrow to Gianna.

I lunged forward and slapped him hard across the face.

"Adrian, you bastard!"

He turned his head, using his tongue to press against the cheek I'd hit.

When he turned back to stare at me, his face was full of rage.

"Well said."

"Since you're so disobedient, don't blame me."

He stood and made a call.

"Cancel Josie's flight. Freeze all her bank cards."

"Also, send people to guard the cemetery."

After hanging up, he looked down at me from above.

"From today on, without my permission, you're not going anywhere."

I was completely under house arrest. My phone and documents were all confiscated.

Every day I could only be locked in this villa.

He went to the company during the day, came back at night and found ways to torment me.

At mealtimes he deliberately had the servants make dishes that made me nauseous. At bedtime he turned the air conditioning to the lowest setting to freeze me.

Later he simply brought Gianna home.

In front of me, he embraced and kissed her intimately.

"Adrian, Miss Sinclair is watching."

Gianna leaned against him.

Adrian glanced at me casually.

"Just a disobedient plaything. Don't mind her."

I sat on the sofa watching their performance, unable to stir any waves in my heart.

I even found it laughable.

In my past life I was kept in the dark and devastated. Now I only felt disgusted.

I stood to return to my room.

Gianna suddenly called out to me.

"Miss Sinclair, pour me a glass of water."

I was too lazy to acknowledge her and kept walking.

Adrian called out sharply.

"Stop."

"Gianna asked you to pour water. Didn't you hear?"

I stopped and turned around.

"You married me just to make me your maid?"

Adrian strode forward and grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up.

"Wife?"

"Are you worthy?"

"Josie, I married you to torture you."

"Your father ruined Gianna's family back then. This debt can only be repaid by you."

I froze.

My father hurt Gianna?

This was complete nonsense. My father's business dealings were completely clean. He could never have harmed anyone.

"Bullshit!" I struggled with all my might.

Adrian flung me away forcefully.

"Doesn't matter if you don't admit it."

"Either way, you'll spend this lifetime atoning."

He turned to Gianna, his tone immediately softening.

"Gianna, how do you want to punish her?"

Gianna stared at me.

"Adrian, I've been feeling dizzy lately. The doctor says I'm anemic."

"Why don't you have Miss Sinclair give me some blood?"

Adrian agreed immediately.

"Alright."

He called in his private doctor. Several people forcibly held me down on the table and drew a full 800 milliliters of blood.

My vision went black, my whole body cold. I collapsed on the floor without even the strength to move.

Adrian's eyes held not a trace of sympathy as he looked at me.

"This is just the beginning."

"Josie, what you owe Gianna, I'll collect from you bit by bit."

For days after the blood draw, I ran a high fever continuously.

Adrian wouldn't allow a doctor. He only had servants force bitter medicinal broth down my throat daily.

I was too weak to get out of bed.

Gianna, on the other hand, frequently came to my room to gloat.

"Josie, you look so pathetic right now."

She ran her fingernails across my cheek.

"Adrian doesn't love you at all. Every time he touches you, he feels disgusted."

"On your wedding night, he actually..."

She deliberately paused, covering her mouth with a delicate laugh.

"He actually found a homeless man from the street to keep you company."

"Too bad you ran away and didn't get to taste that experience."

I opened my eyes and stared at her intently.

Even though I already knew the truth, hearing it in person still made me want to vomit.

I propped myself up to sit, and slapped her hard across the face.

"Get out!"

Gianna shrieked and fell to the floor.

Footsteps came from outside. Adrian rushed in.

Seeing Gianna on the floor, his expression changed drastically. He hurried forward to help her up.

"Gianna, are you okay?"

Gianna covered her face, tears streaming down.

"Adrian, I just felt sorry for Miss Sinclair and came to check on her. But she hit me..."