Reset to the Day They Killed Me

On the day of my prenatal checkup, my husband's childhood sweetheart, Maya Crane, volunteered to drive me to the hospital herself.

Halfway there, she suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Lara Quinn. You don't deserve Mason Sterling.

"You don't deserve to carry his baby."

My heart dropped. I clutched my stomach and tried to jump out of the car.

However, before I could move, she jerked the steering wheel–sending my side of the car straight toward an oncoming truck.

The truck swerved at the last second. Her side slammed into the guardrail.

Maya was dead at the scene. I was hemorrhaging, and the baby almost came too early.

In her last breath, dying in the wreck, she sent Mason a message.

[Mason… Lara did this to me on purpose…]

The police investigated for half a month and ruled me innocent.

Mason grieved, but he stayed by my side, caring for me with obsessive tenderness while I recovered.

The day I was discharged, he took me to the seaside.

Then he shoved me into the ocean. His voice was cold and merciless.

"Don't think destroying the evidence means you're safe. You caused her death. Pay for it with your life."

The sea filled my lungs.

And when I opened my eyes again–I was back to the day of my prenatal checkup.

There was a wall of metal sound, and then everything in my body lit up at once.

I jerked my eyes open. My side was pinned under the car. That was when it landed: I had been given a second chance.

A few yards away, Mason Sterling was already running toward the wreck in his rescue-squad jacket, his crew at his back.

The pain in my belly was rolling out in long pulses. The blood was already coming down my thigh.

I had been here before. This time I did not waste my voice begging for him to save me first.

I dragged my phone out and dialed for an ambulance myself.

In my last life, Maya had not actually been hurt that badly.

Mason came running up. I had screamed at him to save the baby first. He had hesitated when he saw how much blood was on me, and started toward me.

Maya had thrown herself into a hysterical fit at exactly the right moment, somehow knocked something on the dash, and the car had gone up in flames.

By the time Mason and the squad got her out, it was too late.

While she was burning to death in that wreck, she had still found the strength to send him a final message blaming me.

I was not making the mistake of waiting on Mason this time.

He was at the side of the wreck now. His eyes traveled over the blood on me, and something in his face hesitated.

I did not say a word.

Maya started crying somewhere behind him, and I watched his face change.

"Lara. Maya is in bad shape. Let me get