Chapter 2

“Patient urgently needs a suitable cornea match!”

The familiar words echoed in my ears. I opened my eyes, and they weren’t just a blank void.

My eyes could see again?

Looking around, I instantly realized I’d been reborn.

The doctor stared at me, asking anxiously, “Family?”

“She’s not my family! Where’s Seraphina?!”

Before I could answer, Damon Blackwood, barely clinging to life on the bed next to me, spoke first.

My heart was already dead, but hearing him so eagerly disown me still made it tremble.

My gaze unconsciously shifted to Damon.

Born with second sight, I quickly realized he’d been reborn too.

In my previous life, his soul was pure and clean. Being near him felt like basking in warm sunshine.

But now, Damon was shrouded in a sinister black mist. My heart sank, understanding everything.

The suffocating terror of my death in the last life made my breathing quicken.

The disorientation of being led into the mountains, the searing pain after the violent blow to the back of my head,

and the helplessness as sand filled my ears and nose – I couldn't let go of any of it, even now.

Such heavy sins; even with a second chance, Damon wouldn't just get to wipe the slate clean.

Seraphina Thorne, who had been sobbing beside him, rushed forward and grabbed Damon’s hand.

“Damon, I’m here.”

“Doctor, Seraphina is in charge of all decisions regarding my surgery.”

What a pair. So devoted. So in love.

And standing there, despite being his wife, I felt utterly like an outsider, a complete stranger.

Seraphina gasped, her face lighting up with unconcealed triumph at Damon's words.

Her gaze met mine, filled with challenge.

But my heart didn’t stir with a single ripple of emotion, only a cruel, dark satisfaction.

In my previous life, my second sight had shown me that Seraphina’s intentions weren’t pure; she wasn't as innocent as she seemed.

So when she first offered a “suitable cornea,” I’d been cautious and placed a tracker on her.

Sure enough, I overheard her plotting something sinister with another man.

Seraphina planned to replace Damon’s eyes with a pig's cornea, intending to blind him so she could control him!

Last life, I stopped Seraphina and donated my own corneas to him.

And in the end, I met a brutal, suffocating death.

This time, I wanted to see if he’d be satisfied without my interference.

Damon’s surgery was scheduled for an hour later.

The hallway was quiet. Having trained with my Master since childhood, my senses were sharp.

Even through the wall, I could clearly hear Seraphina’s conversation with the doctor.

“Five hundred thousand. Another five hundred thousand after it’s done.”

Seraphina looked pained, but she gritted her teeth and handed over her bank card.

Along with it was a small black box.

The doctor instinctively started to refuse the card, but hesitated when he heard Seraphina’s words.

Finally, he silently took the items.