Back to Our Proposal Day

Our cruise ship got into an accident, but there was only one seat left on the lifeboat. The three of us drew lots, and I got it. I wanted to give Zac Xavier the chance of survival that I won.

However, while we were arguing, his childhood sweetheart got on the lifeboat first.

Just as we thought our lives would end, the rescue team arrived in time and brought us back from the boundless deep sea.

After that incident, Zac and I walked down the aisle. Unexpectedly, his childhood sweetheart returned to that sea on our wedding day and jumped into it.

When Zac got the news of her death, he was struck by grief and blamed everything on me. He imprisoned the pregnant me in the basement and made my life a torture.

I bled profusely on the day I gave birth. He had the doctor save the baby, asking him to give up on my life. My only child was named Rory, something he thought up based on the name of his childhood sweetheart—Aurora.

Even when I died, I was consumed by hatred.

When I reopened my eyes, I had returned to the day he proposed to me after the cruise ship accident.

Watching Zac hold my hand as he had done in my past life and promise to grant my every wish, I calmly withdrew my hand. "Zac, let's break up."

At 2:00 am, Zac Daniels held my hand in a luxury apartment unit that took up the entire floor and had the best view in Riverdale. He said sincerely, "Celia Gordon, marry me. Don't worry. I'll let you make one condition. I'll agree to it no matter what."

Looking at everything before me, I froze.

Zac's friends around us immediately started to cheer.

"Say yes! Say yes!"

"We all know what Celia wants."

"Exactly. A life-saving debt ought to be repaid with marriage. Zac is about to give himself away!"

Hearing the commotion around me, I finally snapped back to reality. I did not joyfully agree to his proposal as everyone expected. Instead, I withdrew my hand and looked at him calmly. "Zac, can I really ask for anything?"

Zac paused for a moment. Then, he glanced at the pale pink scrunchie around his wrist as if an idea had struck him.

Conflicting emotions flashed across his eyes as if he had made up his mind. He tore the scrunchie off his hand and threw it into the trash can. Then, he resignedly raised his head and answered, "Yes. As long as you ask for it and I can do it, I'll agree to it."

I was about to break up with Zac when a figure suddenly rushed out from beside me. "Oh no! Aurora is about to jump."

As soon as that person finished speaking, Zac bolted out like an arrow.

His friends and I stared at each other, watching the atmosphere grow increasingly awkward.

In the end, it was I who suggested we go