His Second Chance Regret
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I died on my husband’s operating table—my heart cut out to save the woman he truly loved. Before that, he hung me from a tree, eight months pregnant, and watched me deliver alone. He fed my baby to her. Used my skin to patch hers. When I finally stopped breathing, he froze my body just to keep me near.
Then I woke up. Four years earlier. Lying next to him on the night our nightmare began.
His breath is hot with wine. His hand is already reaching.
This time, I grab the nearest ashtray, fill it with ice water, and throw it in his face. While he’s stunned, I drag him to the balcony.
He thinks I’m prey.
He’s about to learn what revenge looks like.
Then I woke up. Four years earlier. Lying next to him on the night our nightmare began.
His breath is hot with wine. His hand is already reaching.
This time, I grab the nearest ashtray, fill it with ice water, and throw it in his face. While he’s stunned, I drag him to the balcony.
He thinks I’m prey.
He’s about to learn what revenge looks like.
