Limbo Story

“พี่บูม จะไปไหนเหรอคะ?” “มีนัด ถามทำไม” “คือ…หนูมีไปออกค่าย สะ…สองวันคะ” “แล้วฉันจำเป็นต้องให้ไปมั้ย?” “ถ้าไม่ไป…รุ่นพี่ก็จะไม่ให้หนูผ่านกิจกรรม…ค่ะ” “แล้วแต่!” “ขอบคุณค่ะ” “เดี๋ยว! เธอจะไปไหน?” “พอดีพี่ๆที่คณะนัดให้ไปคุยงานค่ะ” “ที่ไหน??” “XX PUBค่ะ” “ว่าไงนะ!” “พี่บูม!!! อื้อออ” ชายหนุ่มรั้งร่างเล็กเข้าไปกดจูบ ก่อนจะขบเม้มลงบนซอกคอเธอจนเกิดรอยแดงราวกับว่าทำความเป็นเจ้าของเธอแบบนั้น “จะได้รู้ตัวไว้ว่าเธอเป็นของฉัน!”

“คุณแบล็คครับ คุณเอวาทำงานอยู่ที่บาร์XXครับ” “มึงว่าไงนะ!” “กำลังเต้นรูดเสาอยู่เลยครับ” มาเฟียหนุ่มวางปืนสุดหรูที่เพิ่งได้มาเป็นสินค้าใหม่ทันทีด้วยใบหน้าที่บอกบุญไม่รับ บาร์XX เสียงเพลงอีกทึกครึกโครมแสงไฟอันน้อยนิด หญิงสาวนุ่งน้อยห่มน้อย หุ่นเพรียว ผิวเนียนจรดทั่วทั้งตัว กำลังเต้นรูดอยู่บนเสาเหล็กเงาวับกลางบาร์ด้วยท่าทางพาเอาหนุ่มๆของขึ้นไปตามๆกัน “ไม่ได้กลัวตายเลยถูกมั้ย” เสียงทุ้มต่ำของชายหนุ่มร่างสูงรูปหล่อผิวขาวใส่ชุดดำสนิททั้งตัวพรางมีแมสสีดำปิดใบหน้า หญิงสาวเหมือนค้างกลางอากาศ แต่ก็ยังคงเต้นต่อจนกระทั่งชายหนุ่มปลดแมสสีดำสนิทที่ปิดหน้าลงจนเผยใบหน้าเต็มๆ “วอนตายมากซินะ” แบล็คเอ่ยพร้อมสายตาแสนน่ากลัว “ว๊ายยยยยยย” ผลัก!!!! ทุกอย่างเกิดขึ้นเร็วมาก หญิงสาวหล่นร่วงลงมาจากเสาที่กำลังเต้นเมื่อตกใจใบหน้าของชายหนุ่มที่ยืนจังก้ามองเธอตรงหน้า

เมื่อความสนุกคึกคนองจนทำให้ก้าวพลาดทำลายชีวิตผู้หญิงตัวเล็กๆคนนึงอย่างไม่รู้ตัว เมื่อผลของการกระทำเผยออกมาในรูปแบบของเด็กน้อยตาดำๆที่ไม่รู้อิโหน่อิเหน่ เมื่อพ่อไม่ได้รักแม่ และแม่ไม่รู้จักพ่อ เรื่องราวความดราม่าในความรักจึงเกิดขึ้น

For five years, she lived in limbo….caught between hope and grief, waiting for the day her mother might wake up. When that day finally comes, joy floods her chest, too overwhelming to contain. She races home, desperate to share the miracle with the man she loves. But instead of open arms, she finds open betrayal. Her husband. Her Best cousin sister. Twisted in the sheets of the life she thought was hers. With her world in ruins, she runs…into the night, into the arms of a stranger, into anything that isn’t this. For one night, she doesn’t want to feel. For one night, she wants to forget. But when the morning comes, will she still recognize the woman staring back at her? Will she able to face the consequences of her action?

The moment my best friend dashes into the lottery shop ahead of me and rattles off that familiar string of numbers, I know instantly that she has been reborn, too. In my past life, my best friend and I were shortlisted for an interview at a Global 500 company just before graduation. However, there was only one opening available. On the day of the interview, I had a sudden urge to buy a lottery ticket, but as a result, I missed the interview, and my best friend got the job. As it turned out, I won the jackpot, totaling 50 million dollars. After graduation, I lived a carefree life, lounging at home and living off the interest. Meanwhile, after entering the company, my best friend was paid little and got bullied every single day. Eventually, she vented her anger on me and shoved me off a rooftop. I died from the fall instantly. After my death, my boyfriend covered for her, twisting the story to claim that I'd gone mad from idling too long and jumped on my own. The two of them fed on my misfortune, becoming influencers with millions of fans and raking in fortune. When I open my eyes again, I am reborn to the very day I bought that lottery ticket.

Our bridal room was set on fire, and my husband, a firefighter, was grievously wounded while trying to save me. I sent him to be saved at the hospital where Winnie Sloan, his childhood friend worked, but the surgery ended up being a failure, and my husband passed away. After the announcement that my husband was deceased, Winnie told me that his dying wish was that he wanted a child. Hearing that, I powered through my grief and used the sperm he had previously frozen to conceive a child through IVF, raising my son to be enrolled in the most prestigious university in the area. On the day of the celebration party, my son kicked me out and invited my husband and Winnie onto the stage as his 'biological parents', and that's when I found out that my husband had faked his death. All those years ago, he and Winnie had swapped out the embryo I'd conceived in secret. The son I had painstakingly given birth to and raised turned out to have no blood relation to me whatsoever. Meanwhile, my husband had been enjoying a luxurious life overseas with Winnie while waiting for a chance to reconnect with his son. In my rage, I confronted them and demanded an explanation, but ended up dying because they pushed me down the stairs. When I came to, I was back to the day of the fire.

I was shattered to learn that my precious child was not mine. My own flesh and blood was gone forever. I was not going to crumble under the weight of the revelation or consume myself with hysteria or grief. Instead, I channeled my pain into putting my mother-in-law behind bars and breaking my husband before moving on with my life.

Trevor Farren cheated on me—with a hostess, no less. He bought her a villa, handbags, necklaces, and even whisked her away to the Maldives. Everything I had, she had too. In my fury, I resolved to retaliate. I found myself in the smoky halls of a nightclub, learning shameful, provocative moves from the women there. I would seduce him and make him fall for me all over again. I vowed to crush him in the end. I'd ruin him. Strip him of everything he held dear until he tasted the bitterness of despair, the way I had. Standing before the mirror, I traced my curves with a sly smile. "Trevor, do you like what you see?"

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.

I realized my period was two weeks late after going on a trip to the swimming pool with my best friend, Gianna Lowe. Gianna insisted that I take a pregnancy test. I was stunned when I saw the two red lines on the pregnancy stick test. I had a boyfriend, Mitchell Gray, but I was a conservative person, so I still hadn't slept with Mitchell. I couldn't help but wonder whose baby this was. I planned to just terminate the mystery pregnancy, but Mitchell pretended to be worried about my health, offering to marry me and raise the child. It was finally my delivery date. I was lying weakly in the delivery room when Mitchell shoved a pillow over my face and smothered me, roaring, "You slut! Did you think I'd raise another man's child? I'll make you and this illegitimate child pay for everything!" I was too weak to resist since I had just given birth, so Mitchell successfully killed me. I suddenly open my eyes and realize that I have returned to the day I found out about my pregnancy. I am completely determined this time—I have to find out who the father really is!