The Angel Who Killed My Parents

Shen Zhiyi had married Li Moting knowing he was a man born without a heart — he flinched at the warmth of any living thing, kept the whole house cold, and slept alone in his own wing. Then, after three years of a marriage without a single embrace, she found the truth: a girl Li Moting kept hidden outside, Xu Mian, soft-spoken, wide-eyed, pure as an angel. At the Li family's annual banquet, with every business partner and relative watching, Shen Zhiyi flipped the table and screamed what he had done. Her reward was a divorce agreement, pushed across the wreckage by her own cold husband. When she refused to sign, his pressure escalated, layer by layer — frozen accounts, ruined reputation, threats against everything she loved. In the end, he had her parents bound in a chair, pressed a remote into Xu Mian's delicate hands — the "angel" herself — and ordered her to press the button. Shen Zhiyi could only watch, screaming, as the girl who looked like heaven tore her parents apart right in front of her eyes. And then she woke up. Heart hammering, sheets soaked through — she was back in her own bedroom, on the exact day she had first discovered Xu Mian. The angel was still hidden. Her parents were still breathing, still calling her for dinner. She had died screaming beside their bodies, and come back — with every detail of the future branded into her memory, and one mission burning in her chest. This time, she would flip no table. No tears, no screaming confrontation — she would be the perfect devoted wife, smile at her cold husband, and let the "pure angel" believe she had won. Every move, every word, would be a stitch in the trap she was sewing. The halo looked beautiful. But halo or not, this angel was going to burn — and the parents they murdered in her last life would finally be avenged.