Chapter 2

It wasn't until four o'clock in the morning that I heard Cindy quietly sneaking back into the house.

After washing up, she gently kissed my forehead before climbing into bed and wrapping her arms around me.

The baby's voice echoed once more.

'Dad, Mom just got back from sleeping with her first love. How can you still sleep?

'Seriously, just divorce her already! Don't worry. When I grow up, I'll repay you for it.'

Hearing the exact same words as in my previous life, I didn't dare show the slightest reaction.

I replayed everything that had happened back then in my mind.

After I asked Cindy for a divorce, she'd been completely stunned. She begged me to stay, but I stubbornly refused to change my mind.

Eventually, she agreed.

I left the marriage with nothing. Everything we owned went to her.

After all, she was carrying my child, and she was the woman I'd loved for so many years.

Who could have imagined that the next time we met, I would already be a cold corpse?

From that day on, Cindy completely lost her mind.

Recalling everything she'd done after my death, I couldn't help questioning what I'd believed.

Had she really never cheated on me?

I decided that tomorrow, after she woke up, I would finally have an honest conversation with her.

But when I opened my eyes the next morning, she'd already left for work.

There was an unread message on my phone.

[Honey, breakfast is on the table, and there's fresh soy milk for you. It's in the kitchen. I've already left for work. See you tonight!]

I felt warm on the inside, but then the baby's voice cut in again.

'Dad, did you read Mom's note? The truth is, she's out on a date with someone else right now!

'Dad, hurry up and divorce her! Is a woman like that really worth it?!'

Cindy had already left for work. Yet somehow, I could still hear the baby's thoughts no matter where I was.

I didn't have time to dwell on it. The more desperately the baby urged me to divorce Cindy, the more convinced I became that something was terribly wrong.

Why was it so determined to break us apart? What could it possibly gain?

No matter what happened this time, I was going to change my fate.

On my way to work, an elderly man in a robe suddenly grabbed my arm. His face was filled with panic.

"You're meddling with something that was never meant to be yours!"

Startled, I had no idea what he was talking about.

At first, I assumed it was just another scam and turned around to leave, but he held on tightly and shouted, "One who is destined to die shouldn't struggle!"

His crazed expression sent goosebumps across my skin, and I instinctively backed away.

At first I thought he was insane, but the grim expression on his face didn't seem like an act.

I stood there while replaying his words over and over in my mind.

'Does this life not belong to me? Does he somehow know I'd been reborn? Was he saying that even with a second chance, all my efforts were doomed to fail?'

A crushing sense of fear engulfed me.

Just as I was about to ask him what he meant, the old man turned the corner and vanished without a trace.

Before I could ponder any further, the baby's voice rang out once more.

'Dad, who were you talking to?'