When the Earthquake Struck, My Rescue Worker Husband Chose His First Love

When an earthquake struck, my husband, the head of the rescue team, left me buried in the rubble to save the woman he loved. I didn’t argue. I watched him leave. In my previous life, my husband hesitated, then chose to rescue me first because I was pregnant. But an aftershock hit, and the woman he loved was crushed to death beneath a building, her body horribly mangled. My husband went ahead with our wedding as planned and said he would always protect me and our child. I was deeply moved. But during the wedding vows, he forced my head down and made me kneel before the urn holding her ashes. “If you hadn’t used your pregnancy to force me to save you, Yan Yan 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 broke my legs with his own hands and tortured me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn on the day of the earthquake.