Chapter 1

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My mom is what you'd call an enabler—especially when it comes to her brother.

She’d rather let our family go hungry, scraping together pennies for a meal, just so she could send money to her precious brother.

When she found out I’d won $5 million in the lottery, her first reaction wasn’t excitement for me or relief for our struggles. Nope. Her immediate thought was to use the money to help her dear brother buy a house and a car.

“Your uncle’s son is getting older, and his girlfriend said she won’t marry him unless they have a house. Since you won the lottery, just give them the money. It’s the right thing to do.”

The kicker? My mom said this while we were still living in a rented apartment.

In my last life, she didn’t even bother asking me. She secretly gave the money to my uncle behind my back.

Then, I got sick—a serious illness that required urgent treatment. We needed money fast, so I went to my uncle and begged him to return what he owed. But he slammed the door in my face, saying, “That money was a gift from your mom. It’s mine now.”

In the end, because I couldn’t afford the surgery, I died in a hospital bed.

At my funeral, my mom stood by my gravestone, sighing. “Well, you were just a girl. Girls are always someone else’s responsibility. Even if you’d kept the money, it would’ve been wasted on you.”

Now, I wake up to find myself back on the day I discovered I’d won the lottery.

This time, things are going to be different.

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