Chapter 2

A soul-shattering pain radiated from every part of my body.

I instinctively touched my eight-month pregnant belly… empty?

I looked down; there was no blood, no baby bump.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Master Zara, here to bring you her highly anticipated comeback show!”

The host's booming voice on stage yanked me back to reality.

I was reborn. Reborn back to the day of Zara's comeback show.

My baby was only three months old in my womb. Everything was still salvageable.

In my previous life, I was tidying up at home, holding my stomach, when I accidentally stumbled upon a photo of my best friend and my husband.

Before I could even take a closer look, I was stabbed to death.

In the photo, they were naked and in a highly intimate embrace. I didn't even have time to confirm if it was really them.

This time, I had to rush home and find out what that photo was all about.

Before Zara even went on stage, I frantically packed my bag and tried to leave from backstage.

The next second, Noah blocked my way.

“Mia, where are you going? Zara's about to go on stage.”

Seeing Noah's furrowed brow, he clearly wasn't happy about me leaving right now.

Seemingly realizing his attitude was off, Noah quickly put his hand on my arm and smiled.

“Honey, Zara is your best friend. She studied abroad for so long, finally achieved something. Of course, you have to be here for her first show. Aren't you happy for her?”

I stared at Noah's face. My best friend's performance seemed to make him happier than me.

“Oh, it hurts so much!” I pretended to clutch my stomach, a pained expression on my face.

This was exactly the second week after I found out I was pregnant. Noah was still absorbed in the joy of becoming a father, and he was incredibly doting on me.

“Are you okay, honey? Is the baby kicking you?”

I playfully tapped his chest. “Oh, darling, don't be silly. The baby's only three months old; it doesn't even have feet yet!”

Noah chuckled, taking my fist and pulling it to his chest. But I used the momentum to push him away, stepped back, and clutched my stomach.

“I probably ate something bad for lunch. I need to find a restroom right away.”

“I'll go with you!” He said, trying to put his arm around me and lead me towards the backstage exit.

Zara's sickeningly sweet voice floated from behind me: “Noah, darling, get ready, we're on!”

He froze. Noah had just taken a step before letting go of my hand, a look of apology on his face.

“Mia, I have to go on stage. You go by yourself.”

I forced a fake smile and waved at them. “Go on, I'll be back to watch your show in a bit. Good luck!”

Zara jogged over and playfully swung my hand. “Mia, this is my first show back home. Having you here makes me feel so much better~”

I sneered inwardly. *You feel better, alright. All the cuts and pain were landing squarely on me.*

Once I found out what methods you used, that would be the day you perished.

For the two lives they stole, for my unborn child, I swore I'd make them pay!

I left the backstage area and immediately hailed a taxi home.

Relying on my memory, I found the secret compartment under the double bed Noah and I shared.

The compartment opened to reveal that very photo, along with a dozen love letters, full of flowery words.

And the entwined figures in the photo were Zara and Noah…