After My Rebirth, His Legs Were Broken

Jaxon and I were childhood sweethearts.

At 20, he secretly took me up to the mountains for racing, hiding it from his family.

When the car crash happened, I shielded him. My legs were amputated, while he only got minor scratches on his face.

He knelt before me, crying and promising to take care of me for the rest of his life.

But in the year I turned 25, outside our new home, I overheard him telling my half-sister:

"I stopped loving her long ago. If she hadn't saved me, I wouldn't have married her. Looking at her stumps makes me sick."

Heartbroken and devastated, I died on the operating table. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on that fateful night of his race.