In my past life, when my wife and her high school sweetheart—her "white moonlight"—were both rushed into the ER after a car accident, I saved my wife first. She survived without a scratch. Her lover, however, lost his legs because his treatment was delayed. He killed himself shortly after. My wife hated me to the bone. She screamed that I murdered him. To get revenge, she tampered with my car. When I drove our son to school, the brakes failed. We both died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the ER. My wife was lying on a stretcher, struggling, screaming at me to save her lover first. I knew then: she was reborn too. Fine. Since she wants it so badly, I'll grant her wish. But later, when she knelt before me begging for forgiveness... well, that’s another story. 1 "David! Don't save me! Save Julian first! You have to save Julian!" My wife, Claire, stared at me with intense, desperate eyes. In that moment, I knew. She came back too. She was reborn to the night she snuck out to meet her lover and crashed the car. In my last life, when Claire and Julian were wheeled in simultaneously, I was devastated. If not for the accident, I wouldn't have known my wife had been cheating on me for years. But even then, seeing her in pain, my duty as a doctor kicked in. I was the only attending trauma surgeon on shift at that ungodly hour. I chose to operate on Claire. Julian had to wait for another surgeon to arrive. He missed the golden window for reattachment. It seems in this life, she wants to rewrite the script. I remembered the venom in her eyes in our past life. I remembered how she took her anger out on our son, Leo, making him tremble in fear. I remembered the scream Leo let out when our car crashed, the pain that seared my soul. My chest felt heavy, like a beast was clawing to get out. Since she wants to save her lover so badly... I'll grant her wish. I just hope she doesn't regret it. I nodded at her. Her face lit up with hope. "Thank God! He's saved! He's saved!" 2 I saved Julian. His legs, lost in the previous timeline, were preserved. But my wife? Not so lucky. Because she missed the critical window, she lost an arm. When I walked into the recovery room, my in-laws’ faces were dark as thunderclouds. "David! Did a donkey kick you in the head? Claire is your wife! You left her to rot and saved some stranger?" My mother-in-law screamed, pointing a finger in my face. My father-in-law joined in, cursing me for being incompetent. I stared at them blankly. It was laughable. My family was well-off. I graduated from a top med school and was a rising star in the hospital. Claire’s family? Her dad was a gambler drowning in debt. Claire didn't work. My mom raised our kid. For years, I subsidized her family so she could live like a princess. Yet her parents never respected me. They always made snide comments, implying that without me, Claire would have married Julian, the rich boy. Yeah, right. Did she not want to marry him? Or did Julian just think she wasn't good enough? I didn't try to placate them like I used to. I said coldly, "Claire demanded I save Julian first. Not my fault. Also, she was in the car with him at 2 AM. You figure it out." My in-laws froze, awkward silence filling the room. Claire lay on the bed. Instead of grieving her lost arm, she was smiling. "Mom, Dad, I'm fine. I lost an arm, but I saved Julian’s life." I sneered internally. True love, huh? She always complained I didn't give her enough. But for him, she gave an arm. Before, this would have broken my heart. Now? I felt nothing. From the moment she killed me and Leo, she was dead to me. "Mom, Dad, David... since you're all here, I have an announcement." She looked at me, serious. "David, after Julian and I are discharged, let's get a divorce." 3 My in-laws were stunned. But I knew exactly what she was thinking. She wanted to chase her happiness properly this time. In her past life, she constantly whined that if she had been there for Julian, he wouldn't have committed suicide. She thought she was his savior. His light. I looked at her, amused. In this life, she’s disabled. Will the rich playboy Julian still see her as his light? I chuckled and agreed immediately. "Sure." I want to see if her fairytale comes true. My quick agreement caught her off guard. She looked annoyed. "David, you're agreeing so fast because I lost an arm, right? You think I'm damaged goods? Julian isn't cold-blooded like you. I knew divorcing you was the right choice!" I nodded. "I hope so." I turned to leave. She shouted at my back, "Just wait and see! Julian stayed single all these years for me. Once I'm divorced, he'll definitely marry me!" Her parents heard this and started laughing excitedly, asking if she was serious about marrying into money. A few days later, once Claire could move, she practically lived in Julian’s ward. I heard Julian was "deeply moved" and swore to treat her well forever. Claire cried tears of joy and even came to brag to me. My colleagues whispered about her shamelessness, but she didn't care. 4 My parents urged me to reconsider for Leo's sake. But I was firm. A woman who could kill her own child for a man? She doesn't deserve to be a mother. On the day we went to the courthouse, Julian’s driver brought them. Claire leaned into Julian’s embrace, smiling like a newlywed. Julian carried her purse, acting the perfect gentleman. "David, see? I'm better off without you." Her eyes were triumphant. She wanted to hurt me. I just smiled politely. My indifference enraged her. "David, if Julian hadn't been blocked by his family back then, I wouldn't have married you out of spite. Do you really think a toad like you deserves swan meat like me?" I frowned at her ugly expression. She was hideous now. Why did I ever love her? I felt pathetic for my past self. "Fine. Since you got what you wanted, congratulations." I walked away, ignoring her. She probably thought I fled in shame. 5 Articles about Claire started popping up online. "High School Sweethearts Reunited by Tragedy." "Woman Sacrifices Arm to Save First Love." Netizens called it "God-tier Romance." My intern, Lily, was furious. She almost threw her phone. "God-tier romance my ass! Not a word about her cheating on her husband!" She looked at me, embarrassed. "Sorry, Dr. Evans. I just got mad. I didn't mean to bring it up." I looked at Lily's flushed face and shook my head. "It's okay." I knew Claire planted those articles. According to her, Julian’s parents were the only reason they didn't marry before. She was using public opinion to pressure his family. She branded herself as his "Savior." She figured the wealthy parents would be moved by her sacrifice. She figured Julian loved her enough to fight for her. I laughed at her naivety. She didn't understand men like Julian. If he truly loved her, he wouldn't have given up so easily back then. He didn't marry her when she was whole and beautiful. Now she’s a divorcee with a kid and one arm. She wouldn't even make the cut as a mistress, let alone a wife. And rich families? They don't accept "damaged goods." She lived two lives and still didn't get it. Sure enough, a few days later, all the articles vanished. Scrubbed from the internet. 6 After the divorce, Claire kept sending me photos. Holding hands with Julian. Julian carrying her. She was trying to make me jealous. But after a month, the messages stopped. I guessed her "happiness" had expired.
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