Chapter 1

In the third year of my marriage to Grey, his pure love was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

To fulfill her dying wish,

Grey came to me with divorce papers, saying:

"Elowen is my lifesaver. Her only wish is to leave this world as my wife. I can't refuse her."

In my previous life, when I heard these words, I broke down and made a scene, refusing to divorce, explaining that I was the one who saved his life.

But because of pure love's single sentence: "If Insomnia wants to take my place, then she should take on the responsibility too."

He actively plotted for me to take the fall for Elowen's medical accident, and in the end, I was stabbed to death by the patient's family.

My soul lingered, and I saw Elowen miraculously recover, spending a lifetime with Grey, happy and content.

Opening my eyes again.

I signed the divorce papers without hesitation.

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"Insomnia, after I accompany Elowen in her final days, can we remarry?"

On the living room sofa, I sit barefoot, tilting my head back, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier above.

At this moment, Grey approaches me with Elowen.

Today is our wedding anniversary.

Twenty hours ago, Grey, who was supposed to be waiting for fireworks on the mountaintop,

Left in his car after receiving a phone call, abandoning me alone on the summit.

Eleven hours ago, the news pushed to my phone still lingered on my homepage,

#Mrs. Grey, CEO's wife, suspected to be gravely ill, Mr. Grey anxious and unwavering#

In the video, inside Mr. Grey's largest VIP hospital room,

A visibly distraught Grey cradles a pale-faced Elowen,

Blood seeping from Elowen's lips, staining Grey's shirt front and tie,

Grey, at a loss, frantically wipes the blood from Elowen's mouth with his sleeve, shouting anxiously:

"Please, I beg you, save her..."

Completely lacking his usual composure, showing no signs of his severe germaphobia.In my last life, when Grey came to me with divorce papers,

I broke down in tears,

Producing evidence that I was the one who saved Grey,

But a thousand pieces of proof were no match for one teardrop from Elowen,

Grey confirmed my alleged attempt to swap places,

Framing me for Elowen's medical malpractice, and I was ultimately stabbed to death by the patient's family.

In the end, it cost me my life to realize. To Grey, I wasn't that important

He had a million ways to verify what I was saying,

He had countless ways to protect Pure Love's reputation,

But he chose to sacrifice me instead.

"Insomnia."

Grey's voice, still gentle, now carried a hint of anger,

Pulling me back from memories of the past.

Grey turned and carefully helped Elowen in his arms to sit on the couch,

His cautious manner as if handling a fragile treasure. Elowen wore blue and white striped hospital pajamas, draped with Grey's suit jacket,

Her face was deathly pale, with shadows under her eyes,

Her equally colorless hand clutched her chest as she coughed weakly,

I averted my gaze, my eyes falling back on the divorce papers Grey had pressed into my palm,

In my past life, I'd never read this agreement carefully, but now as I looked,

Every word, every sentence.

It was filled with Grey's deep affection for Elowen.

Apart from the private hospital under Mr. Grey's name, Grey had essentially given up everything.

The sofa beside me sank, and a long-absent warmth enveloped my cold hand.

Yet it sent a chill crawling through my veins to my chest.

Leaving me breathless.

Grey tightened his grip on my hand holding the agreement:

"That hospital is to safeguard Elowen's health. Once we remarry, I'll transfer it to your name, okay?"

"Darling, everything I have is yours. Please, just help me out. I'd feel guilty if I didn't repay Elowen for saving my life." Perhaps noticing that my gaze lingered on the clause about medical ownership for quite some time,

Grey sweetened the deal even further, his tone taking on an almost pleading quality.

But having lived a second life, I knew this hospital had belonged to Elowen long ago.

I never intended to play out some cliché scenario of repaying a life debt with my hand in marriage.

Irritated and restless, I ran my fingers through my disheveled hair,

Just as I was about to open my mouth to agree.

Elowen, previously weak and frail, found strength from who knows where, and shoved the muscular Grey aside,

In one fluid motion, he fell to his knees before me, most of his body leaning against my legs,