Sober Rebirth

To test his loyalty, my stepsister, Wendy Lidell, drugged my childhood friend. Then, she shoved me into his room. Unable to watch Connor Gordon suffer, I willingly helped him through the night.

In a fit of pique, Wendy ran off and married a cruel mafia don.

I got pregnant, and Connor was forced to marry me. At that point, he started to despise me.

During the ten long years of marriage, he treated me and our son coldly. But during a flood overseas, he sacrificed his life to get me and our son back on solid land.

I failed to keep my grip on him. As he sank into the depths, he looked at me and said, “If we could redo everything, make sure you don’t help me that night.”

Those words stung me greatly, and I fainted right away.

When I next opened my eyes, I found that I had gone back in time. I had traveled back to the night when Wendy had drugged Connor and locked me in his room.

To test Connor Gordon’s loyalty, Wendy Lidell had drugged him and then shoved me into his room.

“Willow…” Connor was panting slightly as he looked at me in a daze.

I knew that he had always loved Wendy. However, since they were unmarried, he could not bear to touch her yet.

To survive, he would pick the lesser evil; he would sacrifice me.

In the previous timeline, I could not control the feelings I had had for him since I was younger. Thus, I spent the night with him.

The next morning, Wendy spotted the hickies on my neck and started throwing a tantrum about becoming a nun.

After we stopped her from doing that, she married a mafia don in Hurac in a fit of pique. Soon after that, she had passed away in an accident, becoming that mafia don’s fourth dead wife.

After I got pregnant, Connor married me out of a sense of responsibility. However, he treated me and our son as though we were strangers.

I knew that he resented me for letting Wendy discover what happened between us that night.

If Wendy had remained clueless about us, she would never have left.

At that point, I broke off from my thoughts. I brought Connor the antidote to the drug and some cold water. After helping him with the pill, I put a cold compress on him.

After all, in the previous timeline, he had sacrificed himself to save me. I had to pay him back for that.

“Where’s Wendy?”

The antidote and cold water had helped him regain some of his senses.

He no longer yelled out my name while panting. Instead, his first instinct was to wonder about Wendy.

“Don’t worry. The driver has sent her home.”

“Good. About tonight…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone what happened. Besides, we didn’t do anything, right?”

Connor stared at me in surprise because I was acting differently.

From the time I was a