He Drowned Me to Save He
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On our three-year anniversary, my boyfriend took me on an island vacation to see the ocean, only for a tragic accident to plunge us both into the watery depths.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at our college graduation ceremony two years ago.
When he stood on stage and announced he wanted to thank the most important woman in his life, my eyes welled up.
I waited for him to propose, just like he had in our past life.
Instead, he slipped the diamond ring onto the finger of the wealthy heiress who had relentlessly chased him.
At that moment, it hit me—he had been reborn, too.
I thought he was just sick of the crushing poverty we had endured, desperate to take a shortcut by marrying into a tycoon's family.
Going our separate ways seemed like the best ending I could ask for.
That was, until I stumbled upon him in a hospital corridor, grabbing a doctor by the collar and roaring:
"I didn't turn back time at that island just to let Daphne die again!"
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at our college graduation ceremony two years ago.
When he stood on stage and announced he wanted to thank the most important woman in his life, my eyes welled up.
I waited for him to propose, just like he had in our past life.
Instead, he slipped the diamond ring onto the finger of the wealthy heiress who had relentlessly chased him.
At that moment, it hit me—he had been reborn, too.
I thought he was just sick of the crushing poverty we had endured, desperate to take a shortcut by marrying into a tycoon's family.
Going our separate ways seemed like the best ending I could ask for.
That was, until I stumbled upon him in a hospital corridor, grabbing a doctor by the collar and roaring:
"I didn't turn back time at that island just to let Daphne die again!"

















































