💔I Loved, I Hated, I'm Done: My Rebirth Began With a Divorce

If You Got a Second Chance at Life, What's the First Thing You'd Do?

We’ve all played this game. If you could go back, what would you change? Buy Bitcoin? Invest in Apple? Avoid that one terrible ex?

But what if you woke up at 27, reborn into your own past, and discovered you had everything? What if you were married to Lucian Floyd, the world's richest man, a billionaire heartthrob every woman desires? What if you had two beautiful children and lived in a mansion? Most people would thank the gods.

Valerie Jackman isn't most people.

The first thing Valerie does in Dramabox's electrifying 65-episode Rebirth drama, I Loved, I Hated, I'm Done, is not to celebrate her new life, but to end it. She grabs a divorce agreement, not to threaten her husband, but to hand-deliver it... to his first love.

This isn't just a drama; it's a visceral, cathartic fantasy of escape. It’s for every woman who has given too much, loved too hard, and been left with nothing but ashes. This isn't a story about winning his love back. This is a story about finally, blessedly, being done.

A 62-Year Nightmare Dressed as a Perfect Life

To understand why Valerie is so eager to throw away a "perfect life," you must first understand the life she just escaped.

Before her rebirth, Valerie lived a 62-year-long cautionary tale. She had loved Lucian Floyd since she was a child, pouring her entire being into him. But for Lucian, she was a placeholder, a convenience. We see in harrowing flashbacks how he treated her: the cold indifference, the dismissals, the nights he came home drunk, shoved her to the floor, and spat that he only ever loved one woman—Serena Morse.

And the children? Her children, the ones she raised? They were just as cruel. In a gut-punch of a memory, we see her lovingly pack lunches for them, only for them to dump the food in the trash, disgusted, saying they wanted food from "Ms. Morse," not her.

Her life ended as it was lived: in tragic, abject loneliness. At 62, on her birthday, diagnosed with Alzheimer's, she’s exhausted. She calls her husband, who can't be bothered. A chandelier crashes, trapping her. The kitchen catches fire. As she lies bleeding and broken on the floor, she makes a vow with her last breath: "If I get a second chance, I would never waste my time on you anymore."

And then, she wakes up. She is 27. And she has a promise to keep.

The Savage Art of Giving Up

Valerie's first reborn act is a masterstroke of savage indifference. She doesn't confront Lucian. She doesn't scream or cry. She goes straight to the source of her misery: Serena Morse.

She finds Serena in a café and slides the divorce papers across the table. "I'm divorcing him," she states, "I'm giving him and the kids to you."

Serena, naturally, is stunned. She mocks Valerie: "Do you know how many women would kill to be his wife?"

This is where we see the new Valerie, forged in fire and death. She just shrugs, her voice light, "I do, but I don't care." She is so utterly, completely done that the other woman's taunts slide right off her. When Serena warns her, "Once I have them, I'll never give them back," Valerie's only response is that she will never regret this.

This isn't a woman fighting for her man. This is a woman taking out the trash.

A "Happy Family" Built on Her Pain

The café scene only gets more brutal. Lucian himself arrives, not to meet Valerie, but to pick up Serena. Their daughter is with him, and she runs to hug Serena, squealing, "I missed you!" Lucian, the man who never once remembered his wife's preferences, has brought Serena her favorite cake.

Valerie sits to the side, a ghost at their feast, remembering. She remembers being in the hospital, and Lucian, on the rare occasion he showed up, brought her a mango cake.

He was married to her for six years. He didn't know she was deathly allergic to mangoes.

The final insult? Serena, ever the manipulator, hands Lucian the divorce papers, lying that they're "housing documents" she needs him to sign for a new apartment. Lucian, without a single glance, signs his name. He signs away his marriage with the same thoughtless indifference he showed for its entire duration.

As this "perfect" family of four—Lucian, Serena, and her two children—discusses their new life together (the kids beg for Ms. Morse to be their new mommy), Valerie stands up. She doesn't make a sound. She just turns her back on the wreckage of her first life and walks out the door.

The Final Straw: An Act of War

Valerie returns home to pack. Her family, of course, makes even this an ordeal. Her children, the very ones who just begged another woman to be their mother, scream at her for throwing away toys. Lucian brings Serena into their home that same night.

Serena, emboldened, immediately starts acting like the new lady of the house. She picks up the hypoallergenic pillow Valerie hand-sewed for her daughter's allergies... and throws it in the trash. The kids, like little parrots of cruelty, chirp, "Your stuff is so ugly, Mommy!"

But I Loved, I Hated, I'm Done saves its most shocking, horrifying twist for last. Three days later, as Valerie is literally walking out the door, she gets a call. The children are in the hospital.

She races to the ER, only to be met by a furious Lucian. He accuses her of poisoning them. The children, from their hospital beds, lie to her face: "Your food made us sick." They claim she gave them mango juice, the one thing she knows they are both allergic to.

This is the moment the mask of indifference finally drops, revealing the monster beneath. This is not about love or hate. This is about power.

Valerie, her mind reeling, denies it. "Why are you lying?" she pleads with her children.

Lucian doesn't listen. Enraged, blinded by his preference for Serena and his contempt for his wife, he orders his bodyguards to seize her. Right there, in the hospital hallway, in front of the children who betrayed her, he snarls at his men.

They hold Valerie down. They pry her mouth open. And, as she struggles, they pour an entire container of mango juice down her throat.

This is no longer neglect. This is no longer gaslighting. This is attempted murder. This is the moment Valerie, and the audience, realizes that to truly be "done," she won't just have to leave. She will have to survive.

The Verdict: Your New Rebirth Obsession on Dramabox

I Loved, I Hated, I'm Done is a masterpiece of the Dramabox short-form format. Each 2-minute episode is a gut punch, a shot of adrenaline, a step closer to freedom or ruin. The pacing is relentless, the drama is high-octane, and the catharsis is earth-shattering.

This is the ultimate Rebirth Romance because it deconstructs the entire fantasy. The billionaire isn't a prize; he's a prison. The children aren't a blessing; they're a burden. And the "happily ever after" isn't about finding a new man, but about becoming a new woman.

The questions are agonizing: What happens to Valerie after the poisoning? Who really gave the children the mango juice? And how, after being pushed to the brink of death twice, will Valerie Jackman finally get her revenge?

If you have ever felt taken for granted, unseen, or just plain done with it all, this is the series for you.

Do not miss this. Watch I Loved, I Hated, I'm Done, available to stream right now, exclusively on Dramabox.