You Think He's Perfect? Take Him

The first time my husband, Samuel Copeland, cheated on me, he claimed that it was a misunderstanding. The second time he cheated, they became pregnant.

The third time it happened, they were already a happy family of three.

The husband who was perfect in the public's eyes betrayed me again and again, which led to my death in a car accident in the end.

When I got a second chance at life, I decided to let go and let them be happy.

…

"Ms. Winters, I have the examination results. You are six weeks pregnant. Congratulations. Your baby is very healthy."

The doctor interrupted my thoughts, further solidifying the truth that I had gotten a second chance at life.

Through the gap in the door, I saw Samuel and Tiffany Finch walk past briefly. Vaguely, I could hear Tiffany whispering coquettishly, "Mr. Copeland, your wife wouldn't find out about you coming with me for my pregnancy checkup, would she?"

Samuel reassured her, "She won't. I told Lindsay that I'm on a business trip, so she won't suspect a thing."

Suddenly, Tiffany pouted. Teary-eyed, she said, "I know that I shouldn't bother you again, but I didn't expect to get pregnant with your child, either…"

Samuel placed his hand on her supple cheek. "Why are you bringing that up? Are you still mad at me for firing you? I promise you—I will think of a way for you to return to your desired role after the child is born.

"Alright, that's enough. The baby inside you can hear us. Haven't you been wanting to go to the amusement park? Shall I turn down all my meetings tomorrow to spend time with you?"

Tiffany shook her head meekly. Following that, she retched up slightly.

Samuel reacted speedily. I couldn't believe that he actually reached out to catch Tiffany's vomit.

In my previous life, I charged out of the room immediately to question Samuel and Tiffany after confirming that they showed up at the obstetrics and gynecology department together. I didn't have the patience to watch what subsequently unfolded or hear a conversation like that.

I couldn't help but think about my memories from my previous life. I recalled the first time I bumped into Samuel and Tiffany being intimate with one another.

Back then, Samuel hadn't come home all night because he worked overtime. Early next morning, I delivered breakfast to him at his office.

It was still very early, so there weren't many people at the office. I headed straight to his private lounge, where I then witnessed the pair sleeping in one another's arms on the bed that I chose for him personally.

The food container that fell onto the floor broke into pieces, and the freshly-made sandwich fell onto the garments that were scattered suggestively, creating a stark contrast.

Right after Samuel jolted awake, he fired Tiffany. He claimed that she took advantage of her role at work to drug and seduce him. He had mistaken her for me, which was how he ended up in that situation.

Samuel spoke sincerely, remaining absolutely compliant by my side for a few consecutive days. He hoped that I could believe that the incident between him and Tiffany was just a misunderstanding, and that I could forgive him.

Truth be told, subconsciously, I didn't believe that he would cheat on me. We had known each other since we were young, as our families were long-time friends. Naturally, we ended up getting together after going to college.

Everyone said that we looked good together and were meant for each other.

Unlike other aristocrats in the upper-class society, Samuel kept his distance from women other than me. He stayed away from red-light districts, too.

He was domineering, cold, and aloof. All he had in his life was his work and me.

Thus, I chose to believe him. I believed that what happened with Tiffany was just a misunderstanding.

Nevertheless, this incident ended up becoming like a small, ticking time bomb that was buried between Samuel and me.

It remained so until I came for a checkup, as I suspected that I was pregnant. When I happened to witness Samuel's second betrayal, the said bomb detonated.

I could still remember the time when I had morning sickness in my previous life. Each time, Samuel summoned the nanny to attend to me while he shifted aside with a frown on his face.

I hadn't paid any attention to that at the time. I simply assumed that it was only reasonable for a pampered man like him to be inept at caring for others.

Yet, the image of him reaching out to catch Tiffany's vomit so naturally earlier lingered in my mind for a long time.

It wasn't that he didn't know how to care for others—it was just that he couldn't stand me. He rarely spoke sweet nothings to me, but he tried his best to cheer Tiffany up when she felt horrible.

I got a good look at his true colors under that facade of his, and it felt like my heart was torn to pieces. The pain was unbearable.

"Ms. Winters, are you alright?"

The doctor's voice pulled me out of my memories and back into reality.

I closed my eyes momentarily, suppressing my urge to dash out the doors and question Samuel.

The image of my son calling Tiffany "Mommy" cutely after Samuel taught him to do so in my previous life came back to mind. I could still feel the excruciating pain and persistent fear after the car accident within me.

Now that I had another chance, I was not going to let myself make the same mistakes.

I said to the doctor, "Please slot me in for the earliest possible appointment for an abortion."