Chapter 1

I was a renowned gynecologist, widely recognized for my flawless delivery record spanning ten years.

Until that day, I was accused of malpractice during surgery, resulting in a double fatality, claiming both mother and unborn child.

But the truth was, the patient was already dead when I arrived.

With all the evidence – witness testimonies, physical evidence, and surveillance footage – stacked against me, I was utterly defenseless.

Overnight, my reputation was ruined, and I was sentenced to death.

My parents, unable to bear the immense pressure, jumped to their deaths three days after my execution.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my car, rushing to the hospital.

Up ahead, traffic officers were directing vehicles at the intersection.

I gritted my teeth and slammed my arm into the steering wheel.

I heard a sharp *snap*, and clearly felt my right arm… fracture.

Rather than waiting for death, I chose self-mutilation.

One arm, for a chance at life.

In the moment of my execution, only one thought consumed me: ‘Innocent.’

My name is Eliza, thirty-four years old, Chief of Gynecology at the hospital, and a candidate for Deputy Director.

For ten consecutive years, I had a perfect delivery record. Even my fiancé was the hospital's top surgeon, universally acclaimed.

Everyone said I was blessed with a good life. Career, love, future – everything was top-tier.

I, too, believed my life was exceptionally lucky.

Yet, at that very moment, my perfect life ended.

But I hadn't made a surgical error, because the patient was already dead when I arrived.

No one believed me. Witness testimonies, physical evidence, surveillance footage – it was all there.

The investigation team claimed I had administered an overdose of anesthetic.

My fingerprints were on the syringe, and the cameras captured me entering the operating room.

Even my fiancé, Marcus, testified in court, accusing me of violating protocols:

“Eliza was frantic, snatching up every surgery she could, all to secure that Deputy Director position.”

“She was in a terrible state that day, I warned her, but she wouldn’t listen… She said once this surgery was done, the promotion would be hers.”

“I never thought something like this would happen… I thought she was at least a doctor with a conscience…”

I desperately tried to refute him, but his accusations sounded so genuine.

Everyone believed him, praised him for putting justice above personal ties, and called me a monster.

It wasn't until after my death that I learned the truth.

That surgery, it turns out, was performed by his junior colleague, Sophia.

The patient was Sophia’s, the anesthetic was administered by her, and the surgical error was hers.

Marcus, to protect her, hastily called me in, intending for me to take the fall for her.

He had tampered with the surveillance footage, and he had swapped the syringe to one with my fingerprints.

Everything was a setup, an elaborate trap!

All to make me a scapegoat for his beloved Sophia.

The day my death sentence was handed down, my parents were surrounded by reporters and the victim’s family outside the courthouse.

They were unable to bear the immense pressure. Three days after my execution, they jumped to their deaths.

My soul could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

I was filled with hatred, with injustice; I couldn't rest in peace.

As extreme rage consumed me, I suddenly opened my eyes.

The dim streetlights shone into the car window.

I grabbed my phone: March 29th, 2026, 9:22 PM.

I had been reborn. Reborn to thirty minutes before I was to drive to the hospital for the surgery.