All Chapters of Rebirth of the Unwanted Daughter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Realizing I had been reborn, I sat in silence for a long time. In front of me, my parents spoke through reddened eyes, pouring out their guilt and how much they missed me over the years. They even said they had been thinking about me for ten years! In my previous life, I was so touched that I broke down in tears, throwing myself into their arms, naïvely believing I finally had a family. That I was finally loved. But three years later, I was tearing at my hair, screaming and crying as I jumped off a building in front of them, hoping my death would earn just a sliver of their affection. No one had ever loved me. So, this time, I felt nothing. I was as calm and unfeeling.“Sweetheart, are you still settling in? It’s alright, I’ll help you pick a room first. Take your time,” my mother said gently, noticing my silence.She took my hand and led me upstairs to the third floor. My father followed us with a smile, pulling out his phone to call Shane Lowe. “Come home as soon as you c

My parents were still there. As expected, my mom quickly stepped in to comfort her. “Your sister is probably just tired and needs some rest. Don’t read too much into it.” My dad chimed in, “Leila, no one’s taking anyone else’s place in this family. Don’t let it bother you.” But there was. It was me. …After a nap, the villa was quiet. The housekeeper informed me, “Miss Leila wasn’t in a good mood, so Mr and Mrs. Lowe took her out shopping.” I simply responded, “Oh.” That was fine by me. I began organizing the cash gifts—money from my parents and relatives when they came to welcome me home. Altogether, they added up to over twenty thousand dollars. I needed to save it. Because I knew my future wouldn’t be easy, and this money would be my biggest asset. The town chief had helped me open a bank account, so I grabbed my bank card and headed to the nearest branch. In my previous life, after three difficult years, I grew familiar with the area. So, I wouldn’t get lo

Naturally, my family wouldn’t let her go and pleaded with her to stay, their hearts aching for her. I stood off to the side, lost in thought. Shane suddenly turned to me and snapped, "You made a mistake and don’t even know how to show any remorse? Honestly, you should be the one moving out. There’s only room for Leila in this house!" His words jolted me awake. No wonder my parents always looked at me as if they had something to say but held back. It turned out they wanted me to leave on my own.It felt like a slap of reality, finally shaking me out of the naïve, late-blooming girl I used to be. I moved out, forced to leave my family behind. I lived in that rented apartment for two whole years. …Bringing my thoughts back to the present, I went upstairs to pack my things. I was moving out early just as they wanted. …I rented a small apartment near Shaw City High instead of living on campus. Only a housekeeper came by to help organize things. She looked puzzled and

Especially after senior year began, I often fantasized about being a strong, independent woman—someone who had her own career, stood at the pinnacle of success and was admired by everyone. How ridiculous my past life had been. Three whole years wasted, all on chasing love. I spent those years desperately seeking love from my family. I wanted to be loved by my mom, dad, and brother. But on my eighteenth birthday, I jumped from a high-rise to end my miserable existence. Eighteen—it was such a significant age.And I knew something big would happen today. Sure enough, early in the morning, my mom called me. It was the first time she’d called in six months. The last call was on New Year’s Eve, inviting me to come home for a family dinner. I didn’t go. Instead, I stayed in my apartment and made myself some pasta. I picked up the call, and her cheerful voice filled the line. “Sweetheart, it’s been so long! I didn’t want to bother you while you were studying, so I held off

“Oh, sweetie, you really hate bothering us, don’t you? But I truly love you and hope you’ll consider studying abroad to broaden your horizons,” my mom said earnestly, her tone filled with persuasion. I hung up the call and went back to study.…After Leila went abroad, my college entrance exams drew closer. For many wealthy kids, the college entrance exams were just a minor hurdle—something they didn’t even need to bother with. But for me, it was the most important turning point of my life. With unwavering determination, I aimed to take first place in the year and secure a spot at the nation’s top university. I was fully confident. The moment I stepped out of the exam hall, tears streamed down my face. My deskmate rolled her eyes dramatically. “Why are you crying? Did you look at yourself in the mirror again?”When I got back to my apartment, I actually did look in the mirror. It was a new mirror I’d bought recently. I never used to have the habit of looking at myself,