Chapter 3

Of course I wanted to marry Nathan.

Though we hadn't been dating long, I truly loved him deeply.

So when my mom had asked me, "Do you really need to get married so soon?" I had nodded very firmly.

My mom had frowned. "Alright, if you've thought it through, I won't stand in your way."

But then the accident happened at the wedding.

Those bloody scenes still haunted me.

I'd even died three times and still hadn't found the reason.

So I asked my mom back, "Mom, do you not want me to marry Nathan?"

"It's not about wanting or not wanting. Since you like him, then go ahead and get married." My mom's bland response gave me no insight into her true feelings.

Finally, I got my mom home safely.

After she got out, she asked me, "Stay here tonight?"

"No, I need to go to the hospital to check on them."

"Alright. I'll bring you lunch tomorrow."

"No need, Mom. You've worked hard these past few days. We can manage. I'll call you if we need anything!"

After speaking, I looked at my mom nervously.

Only when she nodded did I relax.

I quickly drove to the hospital.

By then, my in-laws were already out of surgery.

The doctor said they weren't in life-threatening danger, but needed to stay for observation.

Their injuries were serious though—at least a month in the hospital.

My in-laws had already taken their medication and were asleep.

When my husband saw me, he pulled me directly into the hospital corridor. "Mia, don't you have anything to say?"

"Say what?"

I didn't know what Nathan was asking about.

But he got angry. "A perfectly good wedding ruined like this, my parents injured—don't you think you owe an explanation?"

"I..."

Seeing Nathan so angry, I hesitated for a long time.

Finally, I looked up at Nathan seriously. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course. As long as you tell me the truth, I'll trust you."

"Okay. My mom wants to kill us..."

I didn't mention being reborn. I just said I'd had a dream that was exactly like what happened today.

And at the end of the dream, my mom wanted to kill us all.

After hearing my words, Nathan froze completely, unable to react for a long time.

I knew this sounded absurd, but I felt I had to say it.

After what felt like forever, Nathan nodded at me. "Alright, then we'll..."

"Mia, you're not making all this up because you want to back out of the marriage, are you?"

I couldn't believe it. Of all times, that's what he was thinking about.

I quickly raised my hand and swore.

Nathan reluctantly believed me.

From that day on, we tried to avoid contact with my mom as much as possible.

My strategy was simple: until we figured out how to break this cycle of my mom wanting to kill us, we shouldn't provoke her.

If she could kill us three times, she could certainly kill us a fourth.

Just to be safe, Nathan and I agreed to take turns watching over my in-laws at the hospital.

We weren't counting on my mom's help.

Several times my mom wanted to visit the hospital, but I turned her down.

Half a month passed like this, and both Nathan and I were exhausted.

Running between home and the hospital every day, unable to focus on work—finally, when I went home to cook that day, Nathan couldn't take it anymore.

But he didn't contact me. Instead, he answered a call from my mom.