After He Refused to Treat Our Son, My Husband Went Mad Looking for His Childhood Sweetheart

My son’s aortic dissection had ruptured, and he needed surgery. My husband was a heart specialist. But I didn’t call him. I went straight to the hospital by taxi.

In my previous life, after I begged him desperately, my husband rode back with the ambulance to get our son and arranged a hospital bed. Because he’d forgotten his phone, he missed a call from his childhood sweetheart, who was having a heart attack. She died suddenly in the ambulance. My husband disappeared for three months. When he came back, everything seemed normal. He even volunteered to cook on our son’s birthday. But he put poison in the food.

“You forced me to come home and get our son. If I’d answered Xiaoying’s call that day, she wouldn’t have died. Your whole family are murderers. You have to pay with your lives!”

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my son’s heart attack struck. This time, my husband answered his childhood sweetheart’s call. So why was he later kneeling and begging me to forgive him?