When my heart condition flared up and I needed heart surgery, I didn't contact my husband, a doctor in the cardiothoracic surgery department. Instead, I had my mother-in-law call an ambulance. In my previous life, my husband was with me handling the hospital admission paperwork and missed a call from his first love. She died suddenly at home as a result. After my surgery, my husband treated me with the utmost care. Just as I thought he had finally let go of that past relationship, he stabbed my mother-in-law and me to death. “If it weren't for you, Tingting wouldn't have died. You both deserve to be buried with her!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my heart condition flared up. This time, my husband got his wish and went to see his first love. So why did he still regret it?
