Chapter 1

When Liam’s first love, Serena, died from cancer, he was so distraught he tried to end his own life, wanting to join her.

I was the one who carried his frail body through the small town late at night.

I knocked on every door, begging on my knees until my face was raw and bleeding, all to drag him back from the brink of death.

It left a jagged, ugly scar on my forehead.

After that, he finally seemed to let go of his resentment and promised we’d build a good life together.

But then, he dreamed of his deceased first love, Serena, who told him she was lonely in the afterlife.

He couldn't sleep. He dragged me to Serena’s grave and forced poison down my throat.

“It’s all your fault we can’t be together. Since that’s the case, you can go accompany Serena for me.”

That’s when I finally understood. He had always resented me, believing I was the reason his first love missed her best chance at treatment.

Reborn.

I was tired. All I wanted was a different life.

“Elara, I’m begging you. Serena is sick, and she needs a huge sum of money for treatment.”

Hearing that familiar voice, I opened my eyes.

My husband, Liam, who’d vanished for a week after news of his first love’s cancer, had suddenly returned home. He was on his knees before me, pleading desperately.

I feigned confusion, looking at the tear-streaked Liam. “But where would I get that kind of money?”

Liam hesitated, his eyes flicking to the dressing table in the room.

“Your wedding ring, yes, sell your wedding ring. That’ll give us the money.”

Hearing the exact same words from my previous life, a cold sneer twisted my lips.

“You’re telling me to sell *my* wedding dowry to pay for another woman’s medical bills?”

“Liam, how dare you even suggest something like that?”

The man’s face instantly changed. He probably hadn't expected me, usually so timid, to openly challenge him.

“Elara, saving a life is a sacred duty, I beg you, I can’t lose Serena.”

“I’ll owe you, I swear. Once Serena is better, I’ll go work in the city and buy your ring back.”

Liam was frantic. He dropped to his knees and started hitting his head on the floor.

Again and again, until blood stained his forehead, he still wouldn't give up.

It was the first time he had ever begged me with such desperation, just as I had clutched at his pants, begging him before I died in my previous life.

Right then, the scene before me overlapped with the moment before my death.

*“It’s all my fault, Liam. I don’t want to die. Please, save me.”*

The next second, Liam’s voice pulled me back to reality.

“If you’re so desperate to save her, then you figure it out yourself.”

“Anyway, I’m not selling this wedding ring.”

With that, I strode back into the room and hid the ring on my person.

Not like the last time, when I had hesitated, then handed it over to him. It never came back before I died.