A Thousand Rebirths: I Await My Husband's Death

I have been reborn 999 times, all to save my husband from the woman he can never forget.

Each time, he hides the truth from me, only to be tricked by her into entering that room destined to go up in flames. He always dies in the fiery explosion.

Nearly a thousand lifetimes pass, and I never once complain, even though loving him tears me apart.

However, this time, I have made up my mind. I won't save him.

This time, I will watch him die with my own eyes.

I tapped "accept" on the digital invitation for Fashion Week, the corners of my lips raising slightly. "If you want to go, you may do so."

Gary Clark looked at me in surprise, clearly not expecting my calmness.

I switched off my phone and met his stunned gaze. "Didn't you always tell me to be more understanding of Lucy? That she's just a young lady, and life isn't easy for her? Well, I'm being understanding now. Is that still not good enough for you?"

He frowned and rubbed his temples. "Do you have to be so sarcastic? How many times do I have to say this? There's nothing between me and Lucy. I only look after her like a younger sister. You're the one with a twisted mind, so you twist everything you see."

A twisted mind? If I hadn't opened his computer during the 999th cycle in a desperate attempt to save him, I might have still believed his words.

We had been married for ten years, and our intimacy had long turned into routine. Even when I reached out to him, he often brushed me off with the excuse of being too tired from work.

Yet on that computer, his photo albums were filled with pictures of him and Lucy Wagner in every kind of pose imaginable.

I once thought he had been tricked by Lucy, and I did everything in my power to pull him back. What I never realized was that the one being fooled all along was me.

I had poured my heart into him, given nearly a thousand lives to save him, and in the end, I was nothing but a joke.

With no words left to say, I turned away, leaving him fuming. This time, I would live for myself.

I bought everything I needed for Pereem, along with a plane ticket that would leave in a week. However, when I returned home, I was surprised to see Gary still there.

In past cycles, I had tried to win him over with our tenth anniversary, even going as far as to kneel and beg him to stay. However, he never budged. He always left for Lucy.

Fate had its own tricks. The moment I decided not to beg anymore, he stayed behind. I was confused, but I didn't dwell on it. I was leaving soon, and what he did had nothing to do with me anymore.

Dropping my bags, I walked into my