Two Women, One Rescue
I was nine months pregnant when a man ambushed me, dragging me to the rooftop and repeatedly stabbing me. He had a grudge against my husband for replacing him.
Meanwhile, my husband, a rescue team leader, was frantically coordinating efforts to stop his depressed ex-lover from burning down a rental apartment.
I never called for his help.
In a previous life, I had desperately called him, and he had abandoned his ex-lover to rush to my side.
As a result, my child and I survived the attack, but his ex-lover perished in the fire she ignited.
My husband seemed unfazed, even booking a VIP delivery room for me.
Yet, on the day I was to give birth, he bound me and brutally stabbed our newborn multiple times.
"You were in on this plot, weren't you?" he snarled. "Those wounds? They're nothing! You weren't even close to dying!"
"Oh, you like being stabbed so much? I'll give you exactly what you want!"
Suddenly, I found myself back on the day of the kidnapping.
This time, I decided to let him go save his precious ex-lover.