Kekasihku Meninggalkanku di Hari Pernikahan

Dusk had fallen, and a hearty spread with a bowl of soup still steamed on the table. The door opened, revealing a familiar face.

Only then did I realize that I had been reborn. I was genuinely sick of that lunatic.

In my previous life, my mother-in-law, Charlotte Rose, suffered from dementia and screamed nonstop at home.

The neighbors accused me of abusing the elderly. I asked my husband, Samuel Dalton, to testify for me, but he only said that justice lived in people's hearts.

For months after that, everyone around us had an awful impression of me.

One time, I helped his younger sister, Riley Dalton, run an errand and got caught in a robbery. With no one else around to help, I used a sharp piece of plastic from the roadside to injure the robber and stalled until the police arrived.

The robber turned the tables and accused me of intentional assault.

When Samuel rushed over, he didn't comfort me while I was still shaken. Instead, he made a snap judgment and ordered me to apologize to the robber. "No matter what, you can't hurt someone."

Under that kind of constant psychological pressure, my reputation was ruined, and I was completely discredited.

Later on, I left our daughter, Luna Dalton, in Samuel's care. After Riley called him, he left Luna and Charlotte alone in the house. When I returned, Luna was nowhere to be seen, and a foul stench crept out from the kitchen.

As I neared the kitchen, I retched despite myself. I saw Luna's twisted face and her small hand reaching out for help. How much pain must she have been in?

I screamed until I completely lost my mind. I became deranged and was eventually killed when a speeding truck hit me.

My consciousness blurred, then returned to the present.

Samuel walked in without saying a word. During dinner, he glanced at me from time to time. In the heavy silence, he hesitated before saying, "Honey, the company messed up my performance pay. They shorted me three thousand dollars."

Things unfolded exactly the same as in my previous life. Only then did the sense of rebirth truly settle in.

When he saw that I didn't respond, he assumed I was angry. He knew my temper and tried to coax me in a half-serious way, though he was really just fanning the flames. "It's not that big a deal. I guess I'm just unlucky. I'm the only one whose performance was calculated wrong."

He stirred the mashed potatoes in his bowl. "Besides, the accountant, Kate Larson, has a tough situation at home. If her mistake comes to light, she could lose her job. She has a child to take care of."

I touched my belly and said nothing. I picked the biggest drumstick, dropped it into my bowl, and bit into it hard.

"Honey, I know you care a lot about my income. Don't give that young woman a hard time."

"Okay," I said as I stood up and wiped my mouth. "Remember to wash the dishes. I'm going to sleep."

Before I left the next morning, he looked at me with worry written all over his face. "You're really not mad, right?"

He looked like he was afraid I would storm into his company and cause trouble.

"No," I replied flatly.

Out of our shared marital assets, his savings amounted to less than 200 thousand dollars.