Drowning in Regret

When the flood hit, my husband, Patrick Holmes, who was part of the rescue team, stood between me and his first love, Victoria Clarke, torn with hesitation written all over his face.

Without thinking twice, I shoved the only lifebuoy into Victoria's arms.

In my previous life, Patrick had handed the lifebuoy to me instead and stayed behind with Victoria, choosing to die alongside her. Just before they both drowned, rescuers arrived in the nick of time and pulled him out, but Victoria didn't make it—she drowned that day.

After that, he devoted himself completely to me, taking care of me in every moment of our daily lives. I had thought that the disaster made him cherish me more, but I was wrong—so terribly wrong.

While I was hospitalized, Patrick unplugged my oxygen tank himself. He hissed, "If you hadn't insisted on going home to rest that day, I wouldn't have been torn on who to save, and she wouldn't have died. Now, you'll atone to her in the afterlife."

I struggled helplessly as my vision blurred and death crept in. Then, everything went dark.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day the flood began.

"Everyone, stay calm and listen to the rescue team's instructions. Board the boat in an orderly fashion!"

The familiar voice snapped me awake, and I looked down and realized I was still alive. I thought God must have taken pity on me because I had somehow been given a second chance at life.

In a daze, I noticed a hand clinging tightly to mine. My instinct kicked in, and I struggled, only to meet the gaze of my husband's first love, Victoria Clarke.

Victoria glared at me, her voice sharp with entitlement as she said, "I'm pregnant. If there's only one spot left on the boat, you're letting me go first."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "I'm stranded, too. Why should I give up my seat for you? Why the hell should your kid be my problem?"

Victoria looked at me in disbelief, then began scolding me with a righteous tone. "If you hadn't insisted on going home to rest, I would've been rescued by now! You're so paranoid about me and Rick—news flash, nothing's going on! But thanks to you, there's a shortage of rescue boats, and who knows if there'll even be enough spots left!"

She clutched my hand even tighter, terrified I might get rescued before her. We were huddled on a second-floor balcony, quietly waiting for help to arrive.

I glanced down at her hand wrapped around mine and felt a storm of emotions rise inside me.

That was the moment fate had rewound me to.

In my last life, I found out while I was at work that my husband, Patrick Holmes, had brought Victoria to stay at our house, saying she needed a place to crash for a few days.

I knew Patrick had never truly let her go, so I took