Chapter 1

The day my wife became CEO of the corporation.

Before I could even celebrate with her, thugs kidnapped me and tossed me into a pool. I begged and pleaded, gasping for air, a pathetic mess.

She stared down at me with disgust. “If you hadn't left him for dead, Liam wouldn’t have died. This is your karma.”

It was then I realized she’d always hated me for not saving her idealized first love, Liam, all those years ago.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that fateful day.

“When I confess later, can you play the music for me?”

I heard that familiar voice.

I looked up, meeting Liam Miller’s familiar face.

In that instant, I knew I’d been reborn!

On this very day in my previous life, Liam had asked Rachel Dawson—who would later become my wife—out to confess his feelings.

But as the three of us left the mall, just as we were about to reach the confession spot, a billboard suddenly came crashing down from above.

I was the first to react.

I shoved Rachel, who was closest to me, out of the way.

Both of us dodged just in time, escaping with only superficial scrapes.

But Liam was crushed by the billboard, paralyzing him from the waist down, ending his street dance dreams forever.

Two years later, Liam died by suicide, consumed by depression.

Rachel didn’t even attend his funeral.

So I always thought she didn’t care much for him.

It wasn't until after we were married, after I helped her rise to CEO, that she immediately had someone throw me into the water.

Only then did I understand she’d been waiting for an opportunity to get her revenge.

“You left Liam for dead to get to me! If it weren’t for you, he and I would have had a perfect family!”

“You made me lose the man I loved! Die!”

Gasping for air, drowning, I struggled, but Rachel pulled a plastic bag over my head.

Layer after layer, her eyes filled with cold malice.

She didn't stop until I was like a fish out of water, completely out of breath. Then, with a look of pure disdain, she tossed my body into the ocean.

Now, seeing Rachel coming down the escalator after shopping, a look of excitement on her face, I simply responded without a ripple of emotion.

This life.

I chose to stand by and watch.