Chapter Two

Allison slowly opened her eyes and took in the familiar environment. For a moment she didn't know what was going on.

What's happening? Had she not just died? Why was she here? The same room where she had died.

She remembered she had been struck with a glass table on the head by Bella, and Charles never helped her despite pleading with him to take her to the hospital. She thought of the smile that crept on his lips at her last moment as if he had been waiting for her to die.

Was she dreaming? No, it was not a dream, it was real. She brushed her hand against her head to see if she'd feel any pain but she didn't.

She reminisced about how awful it was when the vitality of life was slipping away from her body and all she felt was weakness, coldness, and horror. She regretted marrying Charles.

She picked up her phone and flipped through the calendar. It says August 2020.

“2020?!” Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief etched on her features.

She had traveled back in time to three years ago.

A wide gasp escaped her lips. “I was reborn? Did God just give me another chance?” She muttered.

She had only seen things like this happen in movies but it just happened to her. Why? Why was she given another chance?

She remembered this day, her sister's birthday.

“Darling! It's your sister's birthday. What do you plan on giving her?” Charles came out of the washroom and asked her, jolting her out of her reverie.

Allison stared at the man with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Her breath twitched and her heart felt as though it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

He felt like a stranger to her. Does he even know that he had killed her in the past?

She forced a smile and said, “Let’s give her a surprise visit and get her some gifts on our way.”

“Sounds good,” Charles replied to her.

“I have to get to the company first, I will give you a call when I'm done at the company. You don't have to come to the office today, you should take a good rest dear.” He said with a smile on his face before caressing her cheeks softly.

“No problem.” Allison beamed with joy.

Charles dressed up and left the house, she knew he wasn't going to the company. She remembered she had gone to the company on this day in the past because she had to give him an important document and when she got there, his assistant told her he wasn't at the company all day.

When she asked him later, he said he was having a conference meeting with some investors in a hotel. She couldn't believe she had stupidly believed him then.

Allison had her bath and wore a simple short gown. She needed to act fast, she remembered the name of the hotel and drove down there.

It was a private hotel. She walked to the front desk and greeted the receptionist.

“How may I help you ma'am?” The receptionist at the front desk asked her.

“I'm here to see Mr. Reynolds.” She answered.

“Mr. Reynolds? Please call him ma'am.” The receptionist said politely.

Allison knew she couldn't call him, she just wanted to catch him red-handed. She knew he wasn't having any meetings with some investors. The fact that the receptionist asked her to call him just cleared her doubts that Charles was truly at the hotel.

She brought out a stack of money and gave it to the receptionist. “You can have this dear, just tell me his room number. I'm not here to harm him, trust me.” She whispered to the receptionist.

The receptionist's face beamed with joy seeing the stack of money placed on her table. She told Allison the room number almost immediately.

“Thank you,” Allison said to her before turning towards the direction of the room number.

Her heartbeat raced as she tightened her grip on her bag, hoping that her thoughts about Charles would be wrong.

“Did you call for room service?” Bella asked Charles when she heard a knock at the door.

“No, let me check who's at the door,” Charles said.

He walked up to the door and screeched it open. His jaw dropped and his mouth hung open as he released his hand from the doorknob and took a step back into the room.

“Wh… wh-at a-re you… doing here?” He stuttered and stumbled over his words, his voice laced with shock.

Allison walked into the room and slammed the door shut behind her.

Bella, who was lying on the king-size bed, quickly sat up, tightening her grip on the blanket she used to cover her body. Her heart raced as she tried to process why and how Allison got there.

“I can explain Allison, it's not what you think at all,” Bella said, her voice defensive.

“Yes, darling… We were just.. just…” Charles became speechless, he couldn't find the right excuse to give.

“Will you just keep that trash shut?” Allison yelled.

Although she had expected something like this, she still felt a wave of dread wash over her.

She felt the same way she felt before she died, she glanced through the room and her eyes fell on the glass table in the middle of the room. Was she going to die again? No, she won't let this happen again. Never.

She forced a smile and said, “Happy birthday Bella. May you get exactly what you deserve to earn in this world.”

Allison's words felt like a curse to Bella. She knew she didn't deserve any good things with what she had just done.

“Allison, you don't have to curse me, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't married Charles when you knew we loved each other.” Bella sneered.

“What?” Allison hollered.

She had loved Charles since they were young, and he also claimed to love her. Although Charles was always nice to Bella, she had never thought they had feelings for one another. Everyone in the family knew that the one who loved Charles was her.

When and how did her sister and husband fall in love with each other?

“Since you love each other, I guess I'm the third party here and I deserve better than being the other person. I'm stepping away.” She uttered and left the room.

A wide grin appeared on her face as she walked out of the hotel. She heaved a deep sigh of relief when she got out.

She had almost thought she'd die in that room moments ago.

She picked up her phone from her bag and called her lawyer. This was an opportunity for her if she wanted to turn things around, she had to divorce her husband. Thinking of how much she had sacrificed for her marriage in the past and how she died brutally in the marriage, a bead of sweat glistened on her forehead.

“Hello, Mr. Thomas! I would like to file for divorce, please prepare the divorce papers and have them delivered to Charles' office later today.”