Chapter 1

After I got pregnant, Reese's first love Melissa deliberately caused a car accident in order to win him back.

Melissa wanted to kill me and my child, but she herself was seriously injured.

When the ambulance came, Reese looked at my five-month pregnant belly and rescued me urgently.

Melissa died because of this, and she suffered the consequences of her own actions.

I thought everything was over until the day I gave birth, Reese rushed into the delivery room with a knife.

Reese stabbed me in the stomach for a full thirty times.

I died with my unborn child.

In the last second before death, I saw Reese's crazy face, and he kept cursing me:

"It's all because you are jealous of Melissa and deliberately caused a car accident, so she died!"

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"No! Don't kill my child!"

I opened my eyes in horror, and severe pain came from my abdomen.

I thought I was not dead yet, but I found myself back to the day of the car accident, and Melissa was next to me, just getting on the ambulance.

I forced myself to get my phone, and called the ambulance for help with trembling hands.

I won't call Reese this time.

But Reese is a doctor, so I was sent to his hospital.

In the crowd, Reese hugged Melissa tightly and carefully checked her injuries, and the concern in his eyes could not be concealed.

Only after he had bandaged Melissa thoroughly did he have the energy to look at me.

The physician assigned to me showed no compassion, his eyes filled with contempt as he berated me.

"Cohen, you arrived right after Melissa. Was this dramatic display really necessary?"

I felt a shift within me, blood trickling down my legs.

Yet he paid no heed, leaving me to suffer alone.

Mustering what little energy remained, I grasped a nurse's sleeve, imploring her through tears.

But the doctor intervened, stopping her in her tracks.

"She's just jealous of Dr. Reese and Melissa's good relationship. She's just pretending. Don't bother with her."

I watched in despair as the nurse departed, my final glimmer of hope vanishing.

The child within me thrashed violently, as if seeking my protection.

But I was powerless to prevent her from being wrenched from my body.

In my previous life, I had immediately phoned Reese post-accident, begging him to operate.

Reese saved me for the sake of the child.

Because of saving me, Reese missed the best time to save Melissa.

After Melissa died, he cried and hugged me, comforting me that it was not my fault.

Since then, he has been very concerned about me, even to the point of panicking me.

Later, I accepted it all, thinking that he had discovered Melissa's conspiracy and loved me wholeheartedly.

But I didn't expect that,on my delivery day, he had used escorting me as a pretext to dismiss the medical staff.

Then, with chilling precision, he revealed a concealed blade, stabbing me repeatedly, thirty times in total.

As blood gushed from my wounds, his expression grew increasingly deranged, his eyes filled with insanity.

"Melissa was innocent and good, but your envy killed her. Why couldn't it have been you who died, Cohen?"

In his warped devotion, he had sealed both our fates, leading to my child's and my tragic end.

Fate had granted me another opportunity.

This time, I longed only to keep my distance from him.

But I hadn't foreseen his public defamation, eliminating any chance of assistance from others.

Every fiber of my being felt crushed under tremendous pressure.

Gritting my teeth, I gathered my remaining strength and cried out, "Please, someone help me!"

At last, another physician approached. He barely glanced at me before scoffing.

"Quite the performance. Where did you acquire those blood packs? Must have been expensive."

"Stop squandering medical resources. There are genuine patients in need. How disgraceful, going to such lengths for a man. Just leave. Reese has no time for you."