Back to the Start: Saving My Son's Life
My son has an aortic dissection and needs surgery. My husband is a cardiac expert, but I don't bother calling him. Instead, I take a cab straight to the hospital.
In my past life, upon begging my husband, he came home with the ambulance to pick our son up. He also arranged for our son to be admitted.
But because he forgot to bring his phone, his childhood sweetheart died of a heart attack when she couldn't reach him.
He went missing for three months and suddenly returned one day, looking perfectly normal. He even volunteered to prepare the meal on our son's birthday. It turned out he only wanted to poison the food.
He strangled me and cut my neck open. "You forced me to come home to pick our son up. Ciara wouldnt' have died if I'd answered her call that day. You and your son are murderers—you have to pay with your lives!"
When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day my son has an aortic dissection. This time, my husband manages to answer his childhood sweetheart's phone.
But why is he on his knees before me and begging for forgiveness?