Days Rewritten

With the SATs coming up, I hired a top student from a poor family to tutor me.

However, he insisted on bringing his childhood friend along to every session.

I turned him down politely, and he did not push it any further.

Still, on the day his childhood friend left my house, she was hit by a car. After that, she dropped out of school and got married.

Life went on.

He kept tutoring me. We both got into the same university, grew close, fell in love, got married, and had a child.

Everything seemed perfect.

Until one night, during a business dinner, he heard that his childhood friend was being abused by her husband.

That was when everything fell apart.

He locked me inside our home while I was heavily pregnant, then tortured me to death.

"If you hadn't gotten her hurt back then, why would she have rushed into marriage and ended up being abused?

"This is what you owe her!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day he brought her to my house for tutoring.

This time, I would not spend a single cent on that psycho.

"Wendy, your classmates are here."

It was my mom's voice.

I jerked my head up from my desk and instinctively pressed a hand to my lower abdomen.

No baby. No blood. No pain.

My mom was knocking on the door outside, reminding me again.

I was still wearing my high school uniform.

However, the memory of that agony still clung to my mind, refusing to fade.

I stood there, frozen, thinking for a long time before I finally understood.

I had been reborn.

In the living room, Matthias Jackson and Evelyn Lowell sat stiffly on the couch.

Just as expected, today was the day Matthias had brought Evelyn over to study with me. It was the beginning of everything that went wrong in my previous life.

On the day I was about to give birth, Matthias came home from a business dinner and started hitting me.

Amniotic fluid mixed with blood spread across the floor. The pain was so intense I nearly passed out.

After we got married, we were not as clingy as other newlyweds, but we had never even argued, let alone laid a hand on each other.

I looked at him, my eyes filled with shock and fear.

What was happening?

A dull pain throbbed through my body again. The baby…

Tears streamed down my face as I begged him to take me to the hospital. However, Matthias locked the door and stood over me, looking down like a judge passing a sentence.

"Matthias… please, help me…" I could not understand why he was doing that to me.

He stood with his back to the light, his face hidden in shadow.

"If you hadn't caused Evelyn to get hit by a car back then, how would she have ended up rushing into marriage and getting abused?

"This is what you owe her.