Todos los capítulos de A Second Chance with My Husband in the Past: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air as I slowly opened my eyes, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights. My body ached, each pulse of pain a reminder of the violence that had shattered my world.Faint voices floated around me—muffled conversations between a doctor and a nurse. Their words were distant, like echoes from another life.“She’s deeply injured… possible assault… We need to stabilize her.”Assault. The word hit me like a jolt of electricity, but my mind was a foggy haze, struggling to grasp the reality of what had happened. I could feel the weight of my memories slipping away, like sand through my fingers.All I knew was pain. My body felt foreign, bruised, and battered, and I was alone in this sterile room. Thoughts raced through my mind, but they were fragmented—snippets of laughter, shadows of faces, and a darkness that threatened to swallow me whole.I tried to move, to sit up, but a wave of agony washed over me, forcing me back onto the pillow. Panic su

The doctor, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, stood beside me, her expression shifting from concern to determination as she glanced at the door.“Mr. Carter,” she began, her voice steady but firm, “after seeing your wife’s injuries and the trauma she’s endured, it’s clear she was assaulted by at least four to five men. You cannot seriously believe she is pretending.” Her words offered a flicker of hope amidst the chaos, but I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me.As I looked up, expecting some form of understanding, Mr. Carter’s face twisted in disbelief, his arrogance palpable. “I don’t trust her who claims to have been assaulted,” he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "She must have seduced them; after all, she already did it once. How can I trust her now? I don’t have time for her drama.”The doctor’s expression hardened, but she pressed on, “Mr. Carter, your unborn child was lost due to this trauma. This is serious.”His response was cold, cutting throu

In just a few moments, I found myself standing at the edge of the building, the ground far below me. They held me tightly, and despite my pleas for mercy, they showed no sign of compassion. “Please, just let me go!” I cried, desperation lacing my voice. “They have taken everything from me."I looked down from the height, my heart pounding in my chest. The fall seemed endless, and death loomed before me like an inviting embrace. I felt trapped, with no other option but to accept it. Memories flooded my mind—each moment of joy, every dream I had once cherished. I never imagined saving someone’s life would cost me so dearly. If only I could turn back time and stop all of this from happening. I longed for the chance to reclaim my happiness, to fulfill my dreams instead of trying to carve out a place in someone else's heart.As I stood there, I wished I could change my fate. Suddenly, they released my hand, and I felt myself teetering on the edge. Time seemed to slow down as I began to fal

“What are you so proud of, Mr. Carter? I don’t want to touch trash either. Believe me, even if you were the only man in the world, I wouldn’t choose you as my partner,” I said coldly, my voice steady despite the tension in the air.He stepped closer, his presence intimidating. Maybe he was furious, or perhaps he simply didn’t like being challenged. I thought to myself, You always give me new reasons to hate you, Howard. His eyes were locked onto mine, intense and piercing, but this time, I didn’t flinch. I realized I had to toughen up; I had to become a “bitch” to handle this confrontation.The atmosphere was charged with unspoken words. I could feel the weight of his stare, as if it were pressing down on me. I stood my ground, refusing to let his anger intimidate me. The space between us felt electric, and the silence was deafening.“Do you really think you can talk to me like that?” He retorted, his voice low and laced with menace.“I can and I will,” I replied, my heart racing but

Dr. Robert was speaking with Howard, whose worry was palpable. I could see the way Howard’s hands trembled slightly as he gripped the edge of his grandfather's bed, concern etched deeply into his features. Unlike his mother, Karla, and his sister, Anastasia, who were here more for appearances than genuine concern, Howard was genuinely invested in his grandfather's recovery.Dr. Robert’s voice was calm but serious as he addressed Howard. “This heart attack was serious, and if we’re not careful, another one could be fatal,” he explained, his tone brokering no nonsense. “Mr. Carter needs constant care and monitoring.”I watched Howard’s expression shift from fear to determination. He loved his grandfather dearly; I didn’t need to look at Howard to know how deeply this affected him. Instead, I pulled out my notepad, ready to jot down the medications that would be essential for Mr. Carter’s recovery. I was fully aware of the protocol, and I didn’t need Dr. Robert’s guidance to know what wa