Not My Problem Anymore
My father-in-law tossed a credit card across the table and looked down at me, demanding that I divorce his daughter.
In my past life, I had refused with everything I had. But this time, I picked up the pen and signed the divorce papers without a second thought.
Because right then, I remembered what had happened last time.
In that life, I found my wife after she had lost her memory. To support her, I worked myself to the bone, delivering 200 food orders a day. But when her memories came back, she realized she was actually the daughter of the wealthy Harretts.
She saw our marriage as a stain on her perfect life. To get rid of me, she pretended to have amnesia again.
She said, "Since you saved me once, I'll give you some money. But after this, don't ever show up in front of me again."
I refused. I stayed by her side, enduring her insults and beatings. But in the end, she ordered our son to set the fire that killed me, just so she could marry her first love.
Now that I had been given another chance, I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.