Chapter 2

In my previous life, Nathan took me to Elysiland for our honeymoon. Right after landing, we got the news that Jane had been in a car accident and was in the hospital.

We caught the first flight back, but by the time we reached the hospital, she was gone.

Olivia stood there, sniffling, and subtly blamed Nathan for going to Elysiland with me.

"Nathan, what matters more to you, Aurora's wishes or your mother's life?!"

Nathan stood there, looking defeated. After a long silence, he glanced up at me with bloodshot eyes. "Aurora, if it weren't for you, Mom would still be alive!"

The honeymoon, which was supposed to be a sweet surprise when he proposed, was now being twisted into my demand.

I wanted to defend myself, but his hateful gaze silenced me.

From that moment on, I was the villain in his story.

Our wedding decorations were still up, but our wedding photo was replaced with Jane's portrait.

I was stuck in this nightmare, and Nathan, unwilling to go home, moved in with Olivia.

She pretended to be helping us reconcile, but in reality, she'd started living with him the day after Jane died.

Yet, I still transferred the money to her, imploring her to look after Nathan.

To save our failing marriage, I turned down an offer from Reverie Dance Theatre the day my pregnancy test results came in. I saw our baby as the only hope and carefully put the test results in a pretty box.

However, when I knocked on Olivia's door, there she was, three months pregnant, leaning on Nathan. The answer to who the father was was clear as day.

She spotted my belly and snorted, "Look, Nathan, the murderer of your mother is here.

"Would you really keep a baby from her?"

"Just get rid of it. It's bad luck."

Nathan didn't even spare me a glance before slamming the door shut.

Heartbroken, I sent him a divorce agreement. He tore it up and sneered, "Aurora, you have no right to call it quits.

"You'll spend the rest of your life paying me back."

Therefore, he let Olivia force me to take abortion pills and watched as I, bleeding, tried to make it to the hospital but fell from the fourth floor.

I lost the baby and became paralyzed.

Yet, Olivia's cruelty hadn't run its course. She sent thugs to storm my home, strap me to a wheelchair, and hurl me into the churning sea.

As I was drowning, she shouted with a smirk, "Nothing's going to stop me and Nathan. You and Jane had it coming!"

Only then did I realize Jane's death was no accident—Olivia had been plotting it for years. Thankfully, I had a second life now.