My Husband Left Me to Die on Valentine's Day

In my past life, my husband rushed back in time to save me. But Wynne, devastated by his abrupt departure, drowned her sorrows in alcohol and passed out outside a bar. She fell into the hands of a group of vile men who assaulted her through the night. The next morning, she woke in a cheap motel and, overwhelmed with despair, leapt from its rooftop. When I learned the news, I dragged my fragile, traumatized body to pay my respects at her grave. However, Michael pressed my head down and forced me to kneel until my forehead was bloodied and raw. Then, he threw me into a kennel with vicious dogs and locked me inside. I knelt on the cold ground, sobbing and begging for mercy, but he stood there, a cruel smile curling his lips as he watched the dogs tear into me. "Janice Leaf, you killed Wynne! You deserve to pay with your life for hers! Do you really think Zack would have harmed you? Was it necessary to panic and insist I rush back home?"You couldn’t stand seeing me care for Wy

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out. When I opened my eyes again, the sharp scent of disinfectant filled my nose. A young nurse stood beside me, her face full of pity as she changed my bandages. “Ms. Leaf, my condolences. Your baby wasn’t breathing by the time they brought it in. The body is still in the morgue…“The police said you should focus on recovering for now. They’ll come by later to take your statement.” Pale

At the police station, Wynne noticed my pale face and slow, labored steps.Feigning concern, she hooked her arm around mine. “Michael, you go on ahead. Janice isn’t feeling well. I’ll help her walk slowly.”Michael frowned and gave me a disdainful look. “Don’t wear yourself out, Wynne. She’s built like a workhorse. It’s not like she’s incapable of walking.”Noticing my labored breathing, he smirked with mockery. “Who are you trying to fool with that pitiful act? Anyone watching might actually think you’re the victim here.”My heart clenched tightly. I knew his disdain all too well, yet his words still pierced me.Wynne leaned closer to my ear, her tone syrupy and condescending. “Janice, you need to know your place. Look at yourself—pathetic and humiliated. How do you think you’re worthy of Michael?“You’ve lost your uterus after the C-section. You’ll never be a mother again. If I were you, I’d know better and ask for a divorce.”Her mask of sweetness slipped completely, emboldened by M

After watching their vicious commotion unfold, I went straight to the police station. My parents’ company could only belong to me! “I’m here to report Michael Rivers for tax evasion, employee bribery, and malicious takeovers of competitor companies.”The incriminating evidence—company accounts and proof of illegal takeovers—was all stored in the safe in his study. When Michael was arrested, he was still in the middle of an argument with Wynne. Wynne, clutching the stillborn fetus from her miscarriage, sat outside the company building every day, wailing for justice. Videos of their fights quickly went viral online. “You ruined everything, you wretch! Even my deal with Mr. Lee fell through because of you! And who do you think you are? Do you think you’re a trophy wife? You’re just a slut everyone’s had a go at, and you still think I’d marry you? Maybe in your next life! “I can’t believe I divorced Janice for trash like you. This is the biggest mistake of my life.” Wynne, dre