Chapter 1

The third miscarriage. The anesthesia had just worn off, and I woke up groggy in the hospital bed.

I heard my husband Adrian's conversation with Lila drifting to my ears.

"Lila, don't worry. I've arranged everything. Natalie won't find out."

"Dad's will said whoever has a child first, that child becomes the family heir. I'll make sure you give birth to my brother's child first."

My whole body went cold.

Two years. Three failed pregnancies. Two hemorrhages.

I'd always thought it was my poor health, bad luck.

Turns out it was this husband I'd loved for five years who, for the sake of his childhood sweetheart Lila, personally killed my babies.

The moment the severe pain hit, I completely lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again.

I'd been reborn, back to the day I first woke up after my first miscarriage.

Adrian was holding my hand, his eyes full of what looked like heartache:

"Honey, don't be sad. We can have another baby."

I looked at this face I once loved deeply and slowly pulled my hand away.

"Adrian, let's get divorced."