Love's Antidote

The guy I secretly love and his father both get hit with poison.

Without hesitation, I start undressing and choose to save his father.

In my last life, I was forced to become my crush's antidote. I ended up bearing his child.

But he never came home. He stayed faithful to his precious first love while leaving me in the dark.

He always believed I was manipulative. He believed I had drugged him on purpose just to sleep with him.

He felt that I ruined his chance to be with the one he truly loved, leaving him with no choice but to watch her leave the country and later take her own life.

In the fifth year of our marriage, he got drunk and crashed his car, killing me and our two kids.

When I wake up again, I find myself back to the day he and his father were both drugged.

This time, I choose to become his stepmother.

"Ms. Stone, think of something! Mr. Byrd is about to faint!"

I could hear Maria, the housekeeper, pacing up and down anxiously. I broke out into a cold sweat almost at once.

The pain I felt after having been knocked by the car still hadn't dissipated, and I was slumped on the ground. I could not get rid of the image of my children's bloodied faces after they were run over.

The sudden sound of Maria's voice had made me feel as if ages had passed. In my previous life, Maria had been dismissed after I got married. I hadn't seen her again after that.

"Mr. Byrd had quite a lot to drink at the banquet today. Will you go in and take a look at him?"

I stepped backward. Had I come back to life?

"Maria, tell the driver to go and pick Jane Yates up. Ashton was drugged."

I suppressed my emotions with difficulty and looked at Maria, who was beside me. Maria paused and looked rather confused.

"Maria, hurry!" I retreated far away from Ashton's bedroom door. "If we delay any longer, he'll be injured."

When I saw Maria hurry to call Jane, I breathed a sigh of relief.

In my last life, I had gone in to check on Ashton's condition. He had yanked me violently onto the bed. Maria thought it was consensual, so she turned and left.

After that, I was discovered to be pregnant, and our marriage was planned. I thought that we were in love, but it turned out to be the beginning of hell.

He hated me, and he hated the fact that I had married him because of what had happened and caused him to separate from the person he truly liked.

He treated me coldly and violently, and he mocked me and said that the children might not even be his. He did not even allow them to be within his sight. In the fifth year of our marriage, he got drunk and killed our two children and me