Chapter 1

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.

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A fierce wind howled, whipping snow through the air. After a sharp crack, a massive cedar tree in Central Park came crashing down, pinning me beneath it in a pool of my own blood.

As a tearing pain ripped through my body, I realized I had been reborn, sent back to the day the blizzard struck.

Passersby scurried for shelter, their faces buried in their coats. The few who did pause were kept back by the fear of live wires tangled in the branches, too terrified to approach.

Realizing I couldn't push the cedar off myself, I fumbled for my phone, soaked with melted snow, and struggled to dial 911.

A cold female voice answered, “911, what's your emergency?”

The taste of blood filled my mouth, and I was in too much pain to move. “I'm in Central Park,” I gasped. “I've been crushed by a cedar tree and need immediate rescue.”

The words had barely left my lips when a gale-force gust flipped several parked cars, sending them crashing down heavily on top of the cedar tree.

I let out a muffled groan, feeling as if my insides were about to be pulverized.

The dispatcher on the other end paused for a few seconds before her tone turned icy.

“Ma'am, your number and location have been flagged for multiple false reports. Please do not misuse emergency resources.”

“I'm pregnant, and I'm bleeding out! This isn't a false report!” I screamed, my voice raw.

“All flagged calls must be verified before a unit can be dispatched. Please wait where you are.”

The line went dead.

A wave of bitterness washed over me. It seemed James had been reborn, too.

To avoid the tragedy of my past life, I hadn't contacted James for help.

I never imagined he could be so ruthless—that he knew exactly what I would face today, yet had already sealed off any chance of rescue.