In Death, I Found the Truth

Before my wedding, my future sister-in-law diagnoses me with cervical erosion. She insists it's because of my promiscuity.

My boyfriend arranges for my sister-in-law to operate on me without my permission. After the surgery, I find that my womb is missing.

I'm furious, and I want to know what's happened. However, my boyfriend berates me. "It's perfectly normal for Kate to make a mistake since it was her first surgery. You're her sister-in-law—stop making a big deal out of a small thing!"

I refuse to settle the matter privately and call the cops. That's when my boyfriend secretly murders me via poisoning for the sake of his sister's future.

When I open my eyes again, I find that I've been taken back to before the surgery.

"Natasha, your surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. Make sure you don't eat or drink anything tonight, or it'll have to be postponed."

Why was I in a hospital? Didn't I die?

"Wait. What surgery am I having tomorrow?"

The nurse looked at me strangely but patiently replied, "A minimally invasive cervical procedure. Don't worry. It's just a small surgery. Nothing would go wrong."

Having experienced the surgery, I let out a bitter laugh at her words. This nurse was good at jinxing things. I almost suspected she'd been reborn too.

I closed my eyes and thought, who could've imagined that such a supposedly simple, foolproof surgery would destroy my entire life?

No, it wasn't the surgery that ruined me but the surgeon who performed it—my future sister-in-law, Kate Diller.

I still couldn't figure out how, in a country with such strict regulations for medical interns, she'd managed to become the lead surgeon for my procedure or how she'd managed to botch a minor surgery so badly that I ended up losing my womb.

…

In my previous life, it all started when my boyfriend, Jack Diller, and I were discussing marriage. Kate had suggested I get a premarital health check.

As I had nothing to hide, I'd agreed to get checked at the hospital where she worked without hesitation.

Yet, I hadn't expected that I would be diagnosed with cervical ectropion, especially since I'd never even been in a serious relationship before.

Kate had insisted it was because I slept around.

Jack had been torn, and eventually, he'd told me that surgery was a prerequisite for marriage. Naively, I'd gone along with it and got on the operating table. And just like that, I had lost my womb.

I hadn't even realized it at first. Months passed without a period, and when I finally went for a checkup, I thought I might be pregnant. Instead, I learned the truth.

Jack had turned on me the moment he found out.

"You should be grateful anyone's willing to take you, considering how filthy you are. Now that you don't have a womb, it's perfect. At least you won't be carrying some other man's child."

At that time, I wasn't about to let the culprit get away