And just like that, they adopted me.
Back at their mansion, I downed a steaming bowl of chochoyotes and called them “Dad” and “Mom.”
Later, I sent Ruth a text:
[Think getting adopted by my dad from the last life means you’ll be living the dream?]
Her reply came faster than I expected:
[Suri, you were reborn too?]
[Doesn’t matter. Jeremy adopted me now.]
[Before long, your fancy new family will go bankrupt. Just wait—you’ll be begging on the streets, haha.]
I read her messages and couldn’t help but smirk.
She had no clue. Jeremy’s success? Yeah, that was all me. Without my help, he’d stay a small-town butcher forever.
Her little fantasy had already crashed and burned. She just didn’t know it yet.
But I didn’t bother explaining.
I’d let the truth hit her later—hard.
***
The next morning, I said to Benjamin, “Dad, I’ve always admired you and Carter Corp. Can I visit your company sometime?”
