Reborn to Let Go: My Ungrateful Stepson's Downfall

Summary

My son returned from his Harvard graduation to attend my birthday party.

With his right hand, he held his biological mother, and with his left, his girlfriend.

He poured a glass of red wine over my head and said that the person he hated most in this life was me, and he wished I were dead.

In the moment of agonizing heartbreak, his cold, disgusted eyes became my last memory.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to five years ago.