My daughter was in a car accident and needed surgery in another city. My husband was the pilot on the flight there. But I didn't call him. I went straight to the airport and asked the staff for help.
In my previous life, after I begged and pleaded, my husband arranged a seat for us and flew us to the other city himself. But because he hadn't taken his childhood sweetheart to the hospital, she died in childbirth. My husband disappeared for two months. When he returned, everything seemed normal.
Then, on the day of the Beginning of Winter, he drugged our whole family.
“If you hadn't forced me to go back that day, I could've taken her to the hospital. She would've delivered safely and wouldn't have died. You should've been the ones to die!”
He pushed me from the twentieth floor.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my daughter's accident. This time, my husband got his childhood sweetheart to the hospital in time. So why did he regret it again?
