During the Plane Crash, the Captain's Wife Escaped with Her First Love

When the plane was going down, the captain's wife looked at me and her old flame, her face full of indecision. Without hesitation, I shoved the last parachute into their hands. In my previous life, after agonizing over it, my wife gave the parachute to me, the man who had donated one of his kidneys to her. She stayed on the plane, which was about to crash, intending to die with her old flame. But they never got the death they had imagined together: her old flame died in the crash, while she survived. From then on, my wife stayed by my side every day, telling me how much she loved me. I was overjoyed, but on my birthday, right in front of me, she poisoned my parents. “If you hadn't insisted on coming along, there would've been a parachute for everyone on the plane.” “You killed the person I loved most. Today, I'm going to make you feel that pain too!” Grief-stricken, I died alongside her. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the crash.