Chapter 2

My husband is coming. I won't stay here long. He'll bring me out.

Five minutes of suffering is just as long as five hours for me. I can't tell how many five minutes I've spent in this dingy prison, but I felt excited as long as I thought about someone finally willing to visit me. The one who came must have been Radleigh. He must have found out the truth and come to save me—It must be. He's my husband. We've been married for five years. He certainly wouldn't forget his wife.

I touched my belly and tried to tell the baby that it was his dad coming. However, he is too small to give me any response. But it doesn't matter. He will grow. He will grow up happily with his dad and mom. It definitely will.

"Don't worry, Daddy will help us out of here!" I stroked my belly, put my head against the cold wall, and whispered the songs of my childhood, dreaming of a better life. "You'll see him, baby. He'll get us out of here."

Just then, the sound of high-heeled shoes on the floor came, slow and sharp. I listened carefully to see if there were any other footsteps, but there weren't. The sound floated from far to near in this silent cage.

A premonition came over me. A female scent waffed into my nostrils, growing stronger and more aggressive.

"How are you, Kylie?" A pair of red high-heeled shoes stopped in front of the cell. I looked up slowly from the tip of the woman's shoe to her face. A red diamond necklace was shining brightly. It's my mom's legacy and it belongs to me. And now it's around this woman's neck.

The woman in front of me who was wearing delicate make-up was not only my sister, but also my husband's mistress—She's the one who destroyed everything... My sister.

"That's my necklace, Kristen! Why are you wearing my necklace?!" I stood up and glared at my sister. I reached through the bars of the cell and tried to grab the necklace. But Kristen quickly took a step back with a victorious smile showing on her face.

"But now, it belongs to me," she respon triumphantly, touching the red diamond around her neck. "Radleigh gave it to me."

"You are lying!" I roared at her. "Give back my necklace!"

"Oh, you have to believe me, Kylie, because that's the truth. Radleigh gave me this. Not only your necklace, but your husband is mine now."

I stopped in my track and looked at her in disbelief. "W-What...?"

"You heard it right."

"That's impossible!" I screamed. "I need to see Radleigh!"

Where the hell is Radleigh? What is happening?

I started to cry again, couldn't understand what is happening.

Is a five-year marriage really that fragile?

My voice attracted two jailers, including the ugly man who was guarding me.

"Open the cell door and shut this woman up!" Kristen ordered to them.

The jailer opened the cell door with the key. He slapped me hard at first, then he and the other jailer grabbed me by the shoulder and made me kneel on the ground.

Kristen stepped into the cell. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, then took a document out of her bag and threw it in front of me. I looked down. Even though the cell was dark, I could see two distinct signatures on the document.

"Open your eyes and have a look. This is a divorce paper and was signed by Radleigh. And you, you will die here today, Kylie."

Her words is like a knife slicing through my heart. I couldn't believe it. How had my husband, who was married with me for five years do this to me?

"I want to see Radleigh! I'm pregnant with his child!" I yelled at the two guards around me. "No one can kill a lady when she is pregnant with Adam's child!" My voice resonated throughout the prison.

"If she's really pregnant, we can't just kill her..." One of the jailers asked Kristen in a hesitant voice.

"She's not pregnant at all!" Kristen interrupted the jailer. "She's lying. If this woman was pregnant, why didn't she tell Radleigh? It's just a ploy to buy time."

"We both know who is lying here, Kristen! If you kill me, Radleigh will come after you!" I warned them.

Kristen frowned. She stared at me with cunning blue eyes. "Kylie, you killed my child. He's Radleigh child too. Even if you get pregnant, I will trade your child's life for mine. It's still a good deal."

"I didn't do that!" I protested aloud. "You did! You framed me! You planned all of this!"

"So?" Kristen sneered at me. "A witness has testified that you killed my child, and now you are the sinner and the murderer of the Adams' family, Kylie.

"A witness...?"

My body went cold at once. This so-called witness must have been brought in by Kristen. This is frame-up. She framed me up.

"This is all my plan, Kylie... And I will let you die slowly..." She drawed a sharp dagger from one of the jailers. She approached me step by step, eyes vicious, sneered as she stabbed me in the heart with her knife.

I feel a pain I've never felt before in my life. It's fierce and unrelenting. My heart was dead, my breathing was getting weaker, and my vision was getting blurry. At that moment, I could clearly feel the child in my belly disappear, forever. I can even hear his last cry, sad, mournful and painful.

The darkness soon enveloped me, as if I had fallen into a bottomless pit. There is nothing under my feet. I just keep falling down. It's cold, it's dark. It's hopeless.

No, God! Please, no! I don't want to die like this! I shouted with all my strength, even if I couldn't make any sound, but I was still trying to shout from the bottom of my heart.

It's not fair! I've never done anything wrong in my life! I've never hurt anyone!

Why? Why do I have to suffer such injustice? Why could these bastards enjoy all of this? Why can my sister take everything away from me, but I have to go to endless hell? Why does my unborn child have to die like this?

However, no one could hear me, and I felt I was getting weaker and weaker. All the memories began to be pulled away violently from my mind, and I gradually forgot everything in my previous life, even my name. In the void, I will become a wisp of white smoke.

"I do not want to die like this! Please do not end my life!" I cried and begged. And suddenly, I felt a cold needle thrust into my body...

My body no longer feels pain. All the pieces of memory that I had just forgotten now slowly came back to me. When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying on a soft bed.

What the hell?

I looked around. This was my room—Nothing had changed.

I sat up and looked at the picture on the dresser. That's me and my husband... on our wedding day. In the picture, I'm leaning on Radleigh in my white wedding dress, and we're so happy. But now when I see this picture again, I just feel sick and want to tear it up immediately.

I looked around my room. The carpet was gray, and a painting of a sunrise over the sea hung on the white wall. All I could see in the room was the same as when I was in my previous life.

To make sure it wasn't a dream, I decided to touch every object in the room with my fingers. It is said that ghosts cannot touch real objects in the world, yet I can easily pick up every object I see.

Maybe it wasn't a dream? But what is this?

The door was opened. When I looked up, I saw my husband. He was wearing a black suit and tie. He looked at me unhappily.

"Love, why aren't you dressed?"

I didn't know what to do. I stared at him, stunned. As if he were a stranger. My heart was shocked, twisted, and finally turned to rage.

This is the man who betrayed our marriage! And now he's standing right in front of me!

"Are you listening to me, Kylie?" Radleigh came up to me and pointed to my clothes. "The doctor said you had recovered. Do you want to go to a funeral in your pajamas?"

"What?" My ears finally picked up his voice. "Whose funeral?"

"Your best friend's husband. He's dead, right?" He purposely raised his voice as he picked out a random black dress from my closet and tossed it on the bed.

I stared at him in shock even more.

"You have three minutes to change."

He stormed out of the room and shut the door. I was still frozen in place and did not react. I need a few minutes to get my head around it. I died and came back to life.

I went back to the day before I died, but as far as I could remember, Emily's husband hadn't died in my last life, and I hadn't been to his funeral.

So which day did I go back to?

I quickly rummaged through my bag for my phone, which showed the current time. The last time I remember is August 14, 2018, the fifth anniversary of my wedding to Radleigh.

Luckily, my phone was still in my bag, so I couldn't wait to read the calendar. I'm pretty sure I don't remember this experience at all in my previous life. I was confused, and my heart was filled with doubts.

Radleigh knocked on the door hurriedly and rudely. His voice came through the crack in the door. "Are you ready? The car is ready to go."

I looked at the black dress on the bed and looked in the direction of the door. I could see Radleigh standing impatiently outside the door.

As I pushed the door open, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the stairs. His hands were filled with strength and heat. As I sat with him in the car, next to his body, I could smell the faint scent of tobacco mixed with mint. I could even hear his heartbeat.

I rolled down the window and let the sun cover the palm of my hand. The golden sun was warm. The whistling wind was cool. Every tree and grass along the road was full of life.

We came to the funeral. I saw every familiar face. The ones I liked and the ones I hated, and they were all mixed up in the crowd. The men were dressed in black and wore black ties, and their faces were gloomy. The women wore black dresses, hats with black gauze covering their heads, and light makeup on their faces.

Each of them greeted me respectfully, calling me Mrs. Adams as they had done before. I used to think of these people as my friends, but why did they disappear after I went to prison?

I let go of Radleigh's hand and wandered through the crowd, slowly and at a loss. I smelled each person, and felt their temperature and smell—smelly, pungent, hot or cold.

Their voices lingered in my ears, and my brain automatically blocked what they were saying. These sounds run through my eardrums like water, but they are real.

I walked to the corner of the graveyard and took a deep breath. Looking back at the people in black, now I know for sure, I'm back... I'm alive.

I died after I was betrayed, but now I'm back. And I'll make sure no one can hurt me again. Not my sister. Not my husband.