Chapter 3

The moment I walked out of the funeral parlor, piercing screams erupted behind me.

“Help! Someone’s dead!”

“Quick, someone! Liam just killed himself!”

Someone rushed out and grabbed me. “Elara Miller, you need to go in! Your husband just pulled out a knife and cut his wrist! There’s so much blood!”

I gave a cold, thin smile. “Oh? What’s that got to do with me?”

The person shot me an exasperated look, muttering under their breath, “These two are truly bizarre. One wants to die for another man’s wife, and the other doesn’t care when her own husband tries to kill himself.”

Another person pulled them away. “They say birds of a feather flock together. Never mind them, let’s find someone to help!”

In my previous life, after Liam’s first love Serena died, Liam caused a scene at the funeral, threatening to kill himself.

The moment he pulled out the knife, I grabbed the blade with my bare hands, stopping him.

The wound healed into a scar that never quite faded, aching every time the weather changed.

The last time he tried to take his life, he drank poison in his sleep one night.

I used my frail body to carry him, knocking on every doctor’s door in town, pleading on my knees for help until my head was raw and bleeding. That’s how I saved his life.

Later, I got another jagged, ugly scar on my forehead, forcing me to constantly wear bangs to cover it.

Everyone praised him for his good fortune, for having a wife who loved him so deeply.

He finally seemed to let go of his resentment and we settled into building a family.

But then, he dreamed that Serena had contacted him, weeping about her loneliness in the afterlife.

He couldn't sleep at night.

He dragged me to Serena’s grave, pried open my mouth, and forced a bottle of pesticide down my throat.

Before I died, I heard his venomous voice.

“If you had just agreed to sell your wedding ring sooner, Serena wouldn’t have died.”

“Since you always kept Serena and me apart, you can go accompany her in my place.”

I never imagined that the husband I cherished so much would personally send me to my death, all because of an absurd dream.

I also never imagined that no matter what I did, it would all be in vain.

Since fate had given me a chance to be reborn, I refused to live for him again.

This time, I would only live for myself.

Liam still didn't die. Just like in my previous life, he spent three days locked in his room, clutching Serena’s old photos.

Three days later, Serena’s funeral procession was held.