Saving Him Before It All Began
The day my husband, Caleb Vale, buries his first love, Layla Shaw, he stands in front of me and throws our wedding ring into the sea.
For the next 12 years, the breakfasts I bring him go straight into the trash, and the scarf I stay up all night knitting is tossed into the fire and burned to ash.
The cruelest moment is when he looks me in the eye and says, "Aurora, if you really want to please me, you might as well go die."
But when a mugger comes at me with a knife, Caleb still steps in front of me without a second's hesitation.
As he lies dying in my arms, he uses the very last of his strength to force out a few broken words. "Go... I hope I never see you again in my next life."
At the funeral, Helena Rogers sobs until she faints. "This is all my fault. I never should've arranged your marriage..."
Everyone around us pities him and resents me. They whisper that I'm a jinx and wonder why I'm not the one who died.
And honestly, I wonder the same thing. Why not me?
After Caleb is lowered into the ground, I climb to the top floor of the building and jump.
As I hover on the edge of death, a cold, mechanical voice echoes in my mind. "Binding complete. Wish detected. The system will now send you back 12 years."