Chapter 1

The day Asher confessed to me, Serena, who had chased him for three years, jumped off the roof.

Before she took her life, she cried, accusing me of campus bullying and having a messy personal life.

It was only when I went into labor and Asher refused to take me to the hospital that I realized his confession had just been a ploy to get rid of Serena.

And after Serena’s death, Asher became obsessed with her, falling madly in love.

He blamed me entirely for her demise. When I was heavily pregnant, he imprisoned me at home, tormenting me until I drew my last breath.

I never expected to open my eyes again and find myself back on the day Serena jumped.

“Get together! Get together!”

The chaotic shouts jolted me back to reality, the familiar scene merging with my memories.

My gaze fell on Asher, standing before me with flowers in hand.

Just like me, he looked around, a bewildered expression on his face. His eyes lit up, then he tossed the flowers aside and frantically ran towards the rooftop.

Watching his retreating figure, I realized that both Asher and I had been reborn.

We were back on the day Asher confessed to me.

In my previous life, on this very day Asher confessed, Serena had stood on that rooftop.

From the top of the building, her face filled with despair, she cried out to the entire school, accusing me of campus bullying.

Everyone pressured me, demanding I kneel and beg for her forgiveness, for her to come down.

Even though I had never bullied her, I was forced by the whole school to kneel and plead with her not to jump.

But after I knelt, she screamed even louder, collapsing in tears: “You’re willing to kneel in public just to force my forgiveness? Does a bully apologizing mean the bullied has to forgive them?”

“I’ll tell you this: I’ll never forgive you, never.”

With that, she leaped from the rooftop.

The incident went viral online, and without any real evidence, I became the infamous bully everyone demonized across the internet.

Later, after a police investigation, a statement was released proving my innocence, that I hadn't bullied anyone.

But by then, no one believed me. The official police clarification video was filled with hateful comments about me:

“Why would she kneel and apologize if she didn’t bully anyone?”

“Do you think anyone would use their life to frame someone else?”

“Who’s pulling strings for this bully? Why isn’t she in jail?”

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The school couldn't handle the online pressure either and advised me to withdraw.

I gradually developed depression, and after multiple failed suicide attempts, Asher reappeared. He repeatedly told me he believed I was innocent, helping me slowly recover.

He gradually became my only lifeline.

Later, I moved to another city for college, choosing the same university as Asher, and we officially started dating.

After graduation, we got married. Lulled by his sweet words, I pregnant and promptly quit my job to become a stay-at-home wife.

Little did I know, that was the beginning of my nightmare.

He imprisoned me at home, cutting me off from the outside world, tormenting me daily with photos of Serena.

When I was heavily pregnant and nearing delivery, he forcibly locked me in a room, brutally abusing and tormenting me.

It was then I realized that after Serena’s death, Asher had suddenly realized she was the one he truly loved, regretting that he hadn’t cherished her. He blamed me for Serena’s death, believing I had provoked her into taking her own life

He channeled all his hatred onto me, exacting a furious revenge. His prolonged torment led to my water breaking and premature labor.

He watched coldly as I struggled in the room, cruelly tormenting me until I drew my last breath.

I never expected to open my eyes again and find myself back on the day Asher confessed to me, the day Serena jumped.