Chapter 1

My mom has bipolar disorder, but ever since my dad committed suicide because of her, her moods have actually gotten better.

What I didn't expect was that she'd have an episode on my wedding day.

When my husband offered her a toast, she pulled out a dagger and plunged it straight into his heart.

Before we could even react, she killed my in-laws too.

When I demanded to know why, all she said was, "You should die too."

With those words, she pushed me off the edge.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the wedding.

This time I grabbed my husband and in-laws and got them away from her as quickly as possible.

Just when I thought being reborn had changed everything, my mom came looking for us.

The same words again: "You all deserve to die."

We died by her hand once more.

And I was reborn for the third time.

This time I was back at the wedding scene again, and I finally understood why my mom wanted to kill us all.

"Mom, don't..."

I opened my eyes and screamed at my mom, then grabbed my husband and rushed off the stage.

My husband looked at me in confusion, but I kept my eyes locked on my mom.

Meeting her furious gaze, I confirmed this was my third rebirth.

"Let's go, we're leaving. We don't need this wedding. Let's go right now."

I'd escaped once before. I was sure I could do it again this time.

But we'd barely taken two steps when I saw my mom smile in the direction of my in-laws' seats.

Before I could react, I heard screaming from the crowd. "Ahhh..."

The next instant, the ceiling light came crashing down.

By sheer coincidence, it landed right on top of my in-laws.

My husband froze, standing there in shock for what felt like forever.

The sudden turn of events left me stunned too.

This was different from the previous two times, but I was certain it still had something to do with my mom.

Because right then, instead of running out scared like everyone else, she was heading toward my in-laws.

Seeing how furious she looked, I could easily imagine that if they weren't dead, she would kill them herself.

At that thought, I rushed over to my in-laws in long strides, while shouting at my husband, "What are you standing there for? Call 911! Get them to the hospital!"

As I spoke, I looked at my mom. "Mom, can't you just leave us alone?"

"What nonsense are you talking?" My mom shot me an indignant look, then turned to my husband. "Nathan, call the police quickly."

"Yes, yes."

My husband finally snapped back to his senses.

While he made the call, I kept staring at my mom.

She seemed perfectly normal, but the moment I turned my head, I saw her watching us with a sinister expression.

"Mom, why?"

"Why what?"

My mom looked at me with hurt in her eyes, tears about to fall. "I raised you all these years just so you could interrogate me on such an important day?"

The moment our eyes met, I hesitated too.

My mom was still my mom, but I'd died three times—could it really all be just hallucinations?

Before I could say anything, my husband pulled at me in displeasure. "Of all times, why are you interrogating Mom? This was an accident. What does it have to do with her?"

"Go calm down the guests. I'll wait here for the ambulance."

Knowing my husband was there, I felt a bit more at ease.

So I turned to see off the guests.

Halfway through, I looked back and saw my husband wasn't by my in-laws' side—only my mom was there.

She had a knife in her hand, pointed at my father-in-law's chest.

I was dumbstruck. "No, don't..."