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“Hazel, do not pretend this is about principle. You simply refuse to yield.” “And if I refuse?” I asked. He leaned closer, lowering his voice, as though offering me a secret kindness rather than an insult. “In your last life, you wanted nothing more than to bear my child. You never did. If you agree to my terms now, I will grant you what you failed to have before—a child of your own.” For a split second, the world seemed to tilt. Had he been reborn as well? The certainty in his eyes confirmed it. He knew I had once loved him enough to bleed for him.

My lips trembled as I tried to hold back a sob, but it escaped anyway — soft, broken, full of pain. I turned away, covering my face with my hands as tears poured down. He watched me silently, confusion and worry flickering in his eyes, but no memory behind them. And as I cried beside him, I whispered between my sobs, “It’s okay… I’ll wait. Even if it takes forever, I’ll make you remember me again.” The room was silent except for the sound of my quiet tears and his uneven breathing. Outside, the night wind moved through the trees — gentle, cold, and lonely, just like my heart.

Finally, she found the real earrings inside the lining, gleaming back at her. "You…" She collapsed onto the couch. "When did you find out?" I folded my arms and thought for a moment. "I knew back in my last life." Mom scrambled backward in fear. "Irene, I was wrong. Please forgive me. Put the earrings on yourself. I can't take this anymore." She dropped to her knees. I was the only one who could save her now. If I put the earrings on, our lives would swap, and she would instantly recover. However, I wasn't stupid.

Outside the window, the moonlight flowed like water. And here, in his arms, I felt the pulse of a new life growing within me. This was the weight of happiness. Heavy, yet incredibly comforting. (The End)

I simply regarded our encounter that night as a dream and never actually thought about seeking him out. I'd foolishly assumed that as long as I was diligent in looking after my marriage, I could continue to live an ordinary, peaceful life. It wasn't until I was at death's door in my previous life that I'd realized how rotten the marriage I'd painstakingly tried to hold together already was on the inside. I wiped away the tears that had gathered at the corners of my eyes and smiled at Hayden. "I regret my previous decision, Hayden. I want to divorce him." My words left Neil dumbstruck.

"What did you do? Why haven't I gotten mine?" I smiled. "Why are you asking me about your score?" One of his followers quickly jumped in. "It has to be in the top 50 in the state. They always delay those." I almost laughed. In my last life, my score really had been in the top 50. But this time, I had written everything in red ink. There was no way that was happening. Still, everyone bought it instantly and started congratulating Tyson in advance. He hesitated for a moment, then firecrackers went off outside.

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But now—Now they were back to where they were a month ago, the distance between them wider than it ever was because there were just too many odds stacked against them. Laura. Aiden. His Job. Her job. How the hell did they come back from it all? Could they even come back from it? "—I'm sorry. I should have apologised immediately; I should never have left it for so long." Liam said, his voice shakier than she had ever heard it. "I know my timing is terrible, and I'm truly sorry for delaying my apology and for putting you through hell over the past month. I don't deserve your forgiveness, but if you give me a chance. I can fix this. I know I can."

I said, reassuring him. “Thank you for understanding my reason, Ayesha!” he exclaimed, looking happy. “As you can see, I did it because I love you and until now, I still have the same feelings. Please give me another chance. Now that I’m cured, we can start a new and I will never do it again,” he begged. I put down my glass in front of him as I mouthed, “Didn’t you hear what I said before I left the house earlier?” I stared at his eyes full of regrets and mixed feelings altogether.