Twelve Red Lights, One Big Red Flag
My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital.
But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead.
In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst.
Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby.
My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again.
That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken.
In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life.
But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn.
This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.
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