Life Wasn't Like This Once

I've been married to Sylvia Fuller, a mafia donna, for ten years.

I'm there with her in every life-and-death situation. My hands, which are meant for playing the piano, have developed calluses from using guns. They are also stained with blood from the enemies.

But when Sylvia turns 28, she falls head over heels in love with Wilson Hink, the young man she's brought back from the slums.

Sylvia has hidden him very well… right until the moment I bump into him accompanying her to a prenatal check-up.

Mad with jealousy, I demand Sylvia for answers, but she just passes me a divorce agreement in a lackadaisical manner.

"Wilson is a man of religion. He can't sire a child without getting married, so I have to give him a legitimate status. Sign this agreement, and I'll give you 40% of my shares."

I refuse to give my position away, so Sylvia keeps forcing my hand. In the end, she even kidnaps my younger brother, who's paralyzed from waist down, and drags him to the spot beneath a hydraulic press.

"Sebastian Chance, either you sign the agreement, or watch him get crushed. Your choice."

I kneel on the ground and beg Sylvia to stop. But soon, I hear the hydraulic press being activated. It doesn't take long before I'm completely covered in my brother's flesh and blood.

I end up collapsing onto the gore-splattered ground.

When I open my eyes again, I realize I've gone back in time—back to the time when Wilson has accompanied Sylvia to the prenatal check-up.

This time, I don't say anything. Instead, I contact a rehabilitation center located overseas before filing for a divorce and leaving Sylvia behind.

But once I'm gone for real, Sylvia actually goes crazy.

I shrank back against the wall around the corner, a hand clamped over my mouth as my body shook uncontrollably. My younger brother, Noah Chance's horrifying death, was still replaying in my mind.

Sylvia Fuller was promising Wilson Hink, "Once my pregnancy is stable, let's get married."

This time, I kept my wits about me when I heard her words. In my previous life, I had immediately rushed out to confront her about it. However, due to her worry about Wilson finding out he was actually a kept lover, she had smashed my jaw with the butt of her gun.

At this thought, I shifted back even more to ensure I was hidden.

Meanwhile, Sylvia turned to leave with Wilson, her arm wrapped around his shoulders.

Once I was sure they wouldn't return, I entered the consultation room with my medical report.

The doctor kindly advised me, "Mr. Chance, the cancer cells are spreading at a rapid rate. I suggest you undergo treatment while it's still in the early stage."

I stared silently at the lab test results in my hands. All I could think of was the way Sylvia had gazed at Wilson when he pressed an ear to her stomach. The gentle warmth in her eyes