Chapter 1

The night my in-laws were kidnapped, my husband wanted to go camping with his first love.

I didn't try to stop him. I just called the police immediately.

In my past life, because I stopped him, he went to save his parents instead of being with his first love.

Later, his first love was mauled to death by wild wolves in the mountains. Her death was horrifying.

Afterward, my husband said nothing, until I was pregnant and about to give birth—that's when he threw me into the deep mountains.

"Petra, if it weren't for you, Barbara wouldn't have died!"

"What gives you the right to live peacefully? I want to watch you suffer everything she suffered!"

I died along with my unborn child, torn apart by wild beasts.

When I woke again, I had returned to the day my in-laws were kidnapped.

This time he didn't participate in the rescue. He got his wish and saved his first love, but his hair turned white overnight.

I screamed in terror and opened my eyes.

I was drenched in cold sweat, my clothes completely soaked.

The pain of my flesh being torn still seemed to linger. I reached down to touch my flat stomach, listening to my heartbeat, tears streaming down my face like broken pearls.

I fumbled around for my phone and checked the time.

I had been reborn—reborn to the day my in-laws were kidnapped.

Soon the kidnappers would call, demanding we prepare thirty million in ransom and deliver it within half an hour, or they'd kill the hostages immediately.

Harris and I had been childhood sweethearts. Our parents had arranged our engagement when we were young—a marriage alliance. Whether for the family union or my own feelings, I was destined to become his wife.

I knew he had an ex, but his family didn't approve.

Before the wedding, I'd asked him if he was willing to marry me, if he was marrying me because he loved me.

He'd said yes to both.

I'd entered our marriage with peace of mind.

After the wedding, he was indifferent to me and maintained an ambiguous relationship with his ex. I pretended not to see, not to hear, saying nothing.

I loved him. I didn't want to lose him. I didn't want to lose my marriage.

For that, I paid with my life, and killed my child who I'd carried for ten months.

Given a second chance, I would never make the same mistake.

I watched Harris run downstairs and slowly got up from the sofa.

When our eyes met, he looked at me and said in a low voice, "I won't be coming home tonight."

I said nothing, turning my head to look at the phone beside the sofa. It was the kidnappers calling.

I quickly answered and put it on speaker.

"We have Suarez and Louise. Thirty million ransom, deliver it to the harbor warehouse in half an hour. If you call the police, I'll kill them immediately!"

The kidnapper's voice reached Harris's ears. He just frowned slightly, then laughed contemptuously.

"Petra, is this really necessary?"

"Is it fun having them put on this act with you?"

Looking at his face, remembering how he'd watched as I fell into hell, the love I'd held for over a decade had long since vanished into smoke.

"Harris, you heard the call. What you do is your business. I'm not getting involved."

"If you want to think we're putting on an act, that's fine."

"But I'm telling you one more time—I'm not acting with them."

Perhaps because I spoke so calmly, Harris hesitated for a moment.

But in the end, he turned and walked away with large strides.

In my past life, when we received the call, Harris had thought the same thing. But I knew I wasn't acting with his parents, so I'd done everything to stop him.

After searching all night, the two were finally rescued. After rescuing his parents, he left, and when he returned, he brought back news of Barbara's death.