The day a blizzard locked down the city, I was crushed by a cedar tree and bleeding out.
I didn't call my husband for help.
In my previous life, I had. He abandoned his manic first love Rebecca to save me.
I survived, but Rebecca froze to death in the storm.
My husband comforted me, stayed by my side... then pushed me down the stairs a week before my due date, killing our child and injecting me with fatal insulin.
"You made such a big deal out of being hit by a tree, deliberately pulling me away from Rebecca," he snarled, yanking my hair. "You venomous snake, you deserve to suffer a hundred times her pain."
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the blizzard day.
This time, I let him run to his first love.