Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 16

Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 16

I was so rich now. Having this much money and not doing something big with it felt like a waste. And the dreams I never fulfilled in my last life kept floating through my head. 

So here we go. 

Familiar industries. Sharp instincts. I used all my hard–won 

experience from the past to seize every opportunity. 

Like taking a test I’d already seen the answers to. I knew 

exactly what to do. 

Then I grew. Expanded. Expanded again. 

A few more years passed, and Charles’s business started 

crumbling. An industry being left behind, there was no saving 

1. it. 

His once–great empire didn’t collapse overnight, but it was 

barely hanging on, barely surviving. 

Branch after branch shut down. Stock prices kept falling. Charles’s hair turned gray with worry, but there was nothing 

he could do. 

Meanwhile, Benjamin’s renewable resources company was quietly getting bigger and stronger. 

My sister finally had her moment. She started showing up at high–end places again, rattling off luxury brand names like she was reciting them from memory. 

She splurged on everything, dropping thousands on a single meal without blinking. She bought whatever Hermès bag she wanted, even if it meant buying unnecessary add–on 

purchases. 

She reveled in everything Benjamin gave her. Then she came to show off. “See? I’m doing better than you now. You finally 

have a taste of losing.” 

I wasn’t angry at all. I just felt sorry for her. 

I followed a faint memory to a certain house. Just as I thought, 

a woman lived there. With a child. 

Back when I’d been the one holding all the stock, Benjamin still kept a mistress. Now that he was stuck with my clueless sister, why would he stay faithful? 

My sister didn’t invite me to Benjamin’s company’s listing gala. Was she afraid I’d stab her? I had no interest in that. 

I pinned my “Raylight Holdings” badge to my chest and walked right into the banquet hall. 

Everything was elegant and calm. But not for long. 

My sister stood beside Benjamin in a couture gown, holding a champagne glass like a queen. 

Their two daughters followed behind, dressed like little dolls. A piano and violin played in harmony, making the whole room 

feel refined and luxurious. 

“Daddy! Daddy! I found you!” 

A little boy pushed through the crowd and grabbed Benjamin around the leg. “Daddy, Daddy, I missed you so much. Did you 

miss me?” 

Behind him, a woman in her twenties ran up, out of breath. 

“I’m so sorry. He missed you too much. He got away from me. I’ll take him back right now.” 

Dead silence. Then the room erupted. 

Benjamin flew into a rage. “Who the hell are you? I don’t know you! Security! Throw them out!” 

The boy was shoved to the ground. He burst into tears. The woman helped him up, looking at Benjamin in disbelief, 

crying. 

“Benjamin, this is your son! You said you’d leave him 

everything. And now you won’t even acknowledge us? Look at him. He looks just like you.” 

Someone lifted the boy’s face into the bright lights. The 

resemblance in his features was so strong, no DNA test was 

needed. 

I watched from the sidelines and took it all in.