Poisoned Love
My husband’s childhood sweetheart pushed me off the cruise ship on purpose when she found out I was pregnant.
I did not scream for help. Instead, I held onto my mother-in-law, who had fallen in too, and fought to survive.
In my last life, I had screamed for help in the sea. My husband jumped in with others and saved both me and his mother.
But his beloved ex, stained with blood, attracted a shark and was torn apart in the water.
After she died, my husband said she deserved it for pushing me. He treated me with care and guilt, acting like the perfect husband.
But when the baby was born, he killed him.
"It is your fault, you wretch. I lost the woman I loved because of you. Now it is your turn to feel that pain!”
I used everything I had left to drag him to death with me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the ocean—right before it all happened.