Chloee17

Follow the story of Sarafina, a diligent and hardworking woman. Her seemingly perfect world crumbled when she uncovered her husband’s affair with her best friend—a betrayal that involves in her tragic and untimely death at his hands.

But fate grants her a second chance. Sarafina wakes up to find herself transported back in time, to a moment before the betrayal begins. Determined to rewrite her story, she vows to protect herself from the heartbreak and treachery that once destroyed her life.

By her side is Tony, the charismatic CEO and heir of the company she works for. Like Sarafina, Tony has also traveled back in time after being betrayed by the woman he once intended to marry. Together, they form a unique bond, navigating the complexities of their shared pasts and uncovering secrets that could change their futures.

As Sarafina confronts her unfaithful husband and deceitful best friend, she faces a crucial question: is revenge worth the cost, or is there a greater path to redemption and happiness? With Tony’s steadfast support, will she finally break free from the shadows of her past, or is she destined to repeat history in an even more devastating way?

Second chance: I will let you marry my husband.

Tony dropped Sarafina off at her apartment and, shortly after, sent a meal through his dispatch driver. When the food arrived, she accepted it and ate quietly, her thoughts swirling. She found herself mulling over Tony's gesture, noting how thoughtful he seemed. Then her mind wandered to the past, remembering how Tony had once become the ambassador of his grandfather's company. It all added to her growing suspicion—had she really traveled back in time?

Suddenly, a knock at her door snapped her out of her thoughts. She becomescared out of blues, but after a moment's hesitation, she gathered her courage and opened the door. It was Caleb. The sight of him froze her in place.

"Let's go eat outside," Caleb said bluntly, holding his credit card in her face. "That look on your face doesn't suit you."

Still stunned, Sarafina followed him to a nearby eatery. As they sat down, her phone buzzed with a message from Solana. The text read: Why aren't you replying to my messages? Ever since you ran out of the company, I've been worried. I'm coming to check on you.

Sarafina quickly responded, I'm not feeling well, and I'm with Caleb.

Despite the tension earlier, Caleb's attitude towards her seemed oddly indifferent. Unable to hold back, she finally asked, "Aren't you mad at me?"

He shrugged. "I know you've got a lot on your mind. People say it's normal for a woman to act this way. I get it."

Confused by his response, Sarafina frowned. "What do you mean?"

Caleb leaned in slightly, his tone low but direct. "It's obvious, you know. At work… you've been acting different. Isn't that a little suspicious?"

Still not understanding, Sarafina pressed, "What are you talking about?"

"How did it happen?" Caleb asked, his voice taking on a sharper edge. "We haven't been… together in a while. So why are you pregnant? Are you even sure it's mine?"

Sarafina's jaw dropped. "What?" she stammered.

"You told me you were pregnant," Caleb reminded her, his words hitting her like a punch. Recalling the moment she'd told him that in a fit of panic when she couldn't feel her stomach. She had assumed she was pregnant, but it was only gastritis from stress. Now, she sat frozen, unable to respond.

Caleb leaned back, chuckling darkly. "Relax, I'm just joking. I'd never accuse you of that… not seriously. But let me be clear: if you are pregnant, you need to take care of it. I'll even pay half of the abortion fee."

Sarafina blinked, her disbelief turning into cold anger. "Half the fee?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Caleb shrugged again, unbothered. "You're going to abort it anyway. It's better for your body, and I don't want a child. It's for the best."

Her mind flashed back to her past life—when she couldn't bear children, Caleb's mother had treated her like she was worthless. A bitter smile crept onto her lips. She picked up her wineglass, gulped down the liquid, and set it down with a cold finality. "I'm not pregnant," she declared.

Caleb laughed in relief. "Well, that's a relief! But seriously, why are you always so sensitive?"

Sarafina met his gaze, her expression icy. "Let's break up."

She stood abruptly and walked out of the eatery without looking back. Caleb chased after her, grabbing her wrist as they reached the street.

"Are you out of your mind?" he barked, his grip tightening.

Sarafina's breath hitched as fear coursed through her. She was dealing with Caleb—a man who wouldn't hesitate to kill her with his own two hands. She opened her mouth and screamed, "Help!" Her voice pierced the late-night silence, drawing a crowd of onlookers who began to gather, murmuring amongst themselves.