Wealthy Heiress Roommate

One

My name was Madisyn Keller. Now, I sat on the chair, my palms sweating, my body trembling as I came to terms with the fact that I had been reborn.

And laid out before me was the beneficiary signature form for a life insurance policy.

"Madisyn, hurry up and sign it. The staff have been waiting here forever," my husband Kevan Simpson said impatiently, shooting me a displeased look.

His voice pulled me back to reality.

I took a deep breath, digging my nails into my palm, and glanced once more at the form before me.

The designated beneficiary was Kevan.

All that remained was for me to complete my signature.

At that moment, I felt a sudden surge of gratitude—fate had actually given me a second chance at this turning point in my life.

Because in my last life, less than a month after signing that form, I had been run over by a large truck.

At the time, clinging to life with my last ounce of strength, I saw my best friend, Lillian Chapman, and Kevan.

They dragged me into a car, and Lillian revealed that she and Kevan had already slept together, that my daughter had been killed and replaced because of them, and how they had plotted to make me sign that form so they could seize my family's assets.