My Husband Got His Wish and Saved His First Love, But He Regretted It

A flash flood struck, but my husband, the rescue team captain, refused to let anyone come save me.

In my previous life, after I was trapped by a flash flood, I called him immediately. He led a rescue team to save me while I was pregnant. His first love was depressed and slit her wrists, dying in her own bathroom. My husband arranged her funeral and had “Beloved Wife” engraved on her gravestone. He said he’d done it so she wouldn’t become a lonely ghost after death, and told me not to read too much into it.

But on the day I gave birth, he tied me up with a rope and forced me to kowtow to her portrait and apologize. Mad with rage, he clamped a hand around my neck.

“That tiny bit of water could never have killed you, but you deliberately used the miscarriage to scare me, so I missed Weiwei’s suicide message. You’re the one who killed her!”

Agonizing pain tore through my abdomen. I cried out, “The baby I’m carrying is your own child!”

“A vicious woman like you doesn’t deserve to bear my child or live in this world!”

“Today, I’m sending you to join Weiwei!”

I died in agony when I couldn’t deliver the baby, and we both perished.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was trapped by the flash flood. This time, my husband got his wish and went to save his first love. Later, he knelt before me, sobbing and begging forgiveness, but I barely spared him a glance.