Let the Lovers Have Each Other

In my previous life, I, Ruth Spencer, fell seriously ill. Because of that, I managed to stop my husband, Zayne Colman, from going on a business trip to the country border.

He immediately canceled his flight, pulled me into his arms, and gently comforted me.

Over the phone, he gave instructions to my younger sister, Reagan Spencer. "The project comes first. You go in my place."

But no one could have known that the so-called business partner was actually a ruthless scam syndicate. Reagan had her organs harvested and was tortured to death.

I was devastated. Zayne held my frail body in his arms and hoarsely promised that even though Reagan was gone, he would still love me twice as much.

And he kept his promise. For ten years, he never let me suffer at all. In fact, he spoiled me rotten.

This went on until the day I gave birth. The pain nearly knocked me unconscious, but Zayne put his hand over the call button to prevent me from summoning help.

The words he spoke were laced with malice. "If you hadn't gotten sick at such a convenient time back then, Reagan wouldn't have gone alone! I could have saved her.

"It's your fault she's dead! She must feel so lonely down there. You and this bastard child can go keep her company!"

That was when I finally realized that our love were nothing but a lie.

When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day he is about to leave for that trip to the border.

This time, I release them to the path leading to freedom, or, in other words, to hell.

"Ruth, are you sure you don't need me to stay? You're not feeling well, after all," Zayne Colman said with concern as he held my hands, seemingly reluctant to leave. A deep frown was etched across his forehead.

Shaking my head, I rasped, "I'll be fine. Besides, Mom and the others will take good care of me. You can go without worry.

"I know how important this project is. You and Reagan spent so many sleepless nights working on it. You're right at the finish line. How can I hold you back just because I'm sick?"

My mother-in-law, Pamela Kinsley, patted Zayne on his shoulder. "Ruth is right. You and Reagan have both poured so much into this project.

"You've even lost weight stressing over it. You're about to secure it. Hurry up and get ready to set off."

My mom agreed, too. "Yes, Zayne. Reagan has only been at your company for a year, and she's already contributing significantly to such a major project, thanks to your guidance.

"There are plenty of us here to take care of Ruth. You two can go with peace of mind."

Zayne bent down and placed a kiss on my forehead. He said in a gentle voice, "You focus on getting better. Stay home and wait for our good news."

I nodded weakly, watching as