Borrowed Guilt
On our wedding anniversary, I did not say a word to my husband. I simply booked a plane ticket and left town on a business trip with my supervisor.
He grabbed my arm, anger blazing in his eyes. "It's our anniversary, and you're spending it with someone else? Have you lost your mind?"
I frowned, impatient, and shook him off. Without another glance, I got into the car heading for the airport.
In my previous life, everything had started with his so-called first love. After multiple abortions, her uterine lining had become too thin for her to ever carry a child. So, she stole one.
When the child's parents tried to take their baby back, she hit the gas, knocking them to the ground and killing them.
However, when the truth came out, the police arrested me.
I protested my innocence. I appealed. I even demanded a public trial.
In response, they produced dashcam footage that clearly showed me abducting the child and running down the parents.
To make matters worse, my fingerprints were found inside the car.
I was completely shattered. Convicted on the spot, I was sentenced to death. My parents, unable to bear the shock, both fell ill and passed away soon after.
After my death, my husband remarried in grand fashion, with his beloved 'first love' by his side. Together, they even adopted the very stolen child, becoming a couple everyone praised as perfect.
Only then did I understand.
It had all been their scheme.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day it all began.