When an earthquake struck, my husband left me buried in the rubble to save the woman he loved.
As the captain of the rescue team, he abandoned me without a second thought.
I didn't argue. I simply watched him leave.
In my previous life, my husband hesitated before choosing to save me, even though I was pregnant.
Then an aftershock hit, and the woman he loved was crushed to death beneath a building, her end horribly gruesome.
My husband went ahead with our wedding as planned, promising to protect me and our child forever.
I was deeply moved.
But during the wedding vows, he pressed my head down and forced me to kneel before the urn containing her ashes.
“If you hadn't used your pregnancy to force me to save you, Yanyan wouldn't have died so horribly! You owe her for this!”
“Why don't you just die?”
That night, I knelt until I miscarried. He beat my legs until they broke, then tortured me to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day of the earthquake.
