I Wish You Both Hell

My fiance, Derrick Lodge, chooses to save me during the typhoon, instead of his first love, Victoria Rayne.

My life is saved, but Victoria dies after being struck by flying debris before the rescue team can find her. They aren't even able to find the rest of her body afterward.

After going home, Derrick doesn't attend Victoria's funeral and immediately holds a grand wedding for me instead.

For the next three years of our marriage, Derrick doesn't stop torturing me because he says that I caused Victoria's death.

When I reach my limit and finally ask him for a divorce, Derrick kills me with a gun before killing himself.

I open my eyes again and realize that I have traveled back in time. It is the day the typhoon happened, threatening our lives. This time, however, I tell Derrick to save Victoria's life instead.

The typhoon swept around us. There was only one space left in the rescue truck, and my fiance, Derrick Lodge, reached out for me without hesitation and hoisted me into the car.

I was saved. However, his first love, Victoria Rayne, died on the spot after getting struck by flying debris whilst waiting for the next rescue truck.

Derrick never brought up the incident again after we returned home safe and sound. In fact, he didn't even attend Victoria's funeral. Instead, he held a grand wedding and married me.

For the next three years of our marriage, Derrick wouldn't stop torturing me whenever he had the chance. He kept blaming me for indirectly causing Victoria's death.

Finally, I reached my limit and asked him for a divorce. However, he killed me with his gun before taking his own life after that.

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"Cassandra Schmidt! Come up, quickly!"

Derrick's voice was warped by the howling winds as he yelled at me.

I could feel the wind sweeping me off my feet. Suddenly, I realized that I had somehow been given a second chance at life.

It was the day when "Typhoon Seahorse" invaded the city, and we were all stranded at Quayside Bay.

A rescue truck stopped before us. However, there wasn't enough space for all of us. They could only afford to bring two more people with them.

Amongst the three of us, as a doctor, Derrick was needed to help save other typhoon victims, so he took up one of the spots. As for the last spot on the truck, he had to choose between saving my life and saving Victoria's.

Derrick's eyes were red and bloodshot. He kept glaring at me, having an entire debate in his head. Ultimately, he still reached his hand out toward me.

This was how Derrick had chosen me in my past life. I had survived the typhoon, but Victoria ended up dead waiting for the next rescue truck because she'd been struck by a huge roof that had torn off somewhere.

Derrick had married me right after that. Then, he proceeded to torture me for three years because