Chapter 1

In my past life, my wife committed suicide because her white moonlight complained she was only a hundred pounds and too skinny.

Before jumping, she sent a message to her parents, saying I abused her.

Just like that, I became a monster in everyone's eyes.

Because of a lack of evidence, I wasn’t sent to prison.

Her parents couldn't cope with losing their precious daughter.

One night, they broke into my house and stabbed me to death.

When I opened my eyes again,

I was back on the day she was about to jump.

"Christian! Take one more step and I swear I'll jump!"

Serena was standing on the window ledge. The wild wind howling outside gave me chills all over.

Tears streamed down her face. She looked at me like she was the most wronged person on earth.

In the glass reflection, I saw my face looking healthy, my clothes clean without a drop of blood.

I wanted to step forward to see more clearly.

Serena panicked, dangling one foot over the edge. "I told you to stay back!"

She hurled a notebook straight at my head. The sharp pain on my forehead was real.

Only then did I realize I had traveled back in time.

In my past life, I rushed home from work just to cook for Serena.

She only took two bites before bursting into tears. While I was still confused, she sprinted to the window ledge.

She screamed that I had been abusing her, then threw the notebook at me.

I happened to see what was written inside.

Her "white moonlight," Ethan, had finally returned to town.

She thought they could rekindle their romance, but Ethan had a thing for plus-size women. He thought she was way too skinny.

She wrote that after yearning for him for so many years, not being able to have him made life not worth living.

Only then did I realize I was being cheated on. In my fury, I said some harsh words.

"Serena, three years ago you took steroids for your illness. After you recovered, your metabolism slowed down. If you don't watch your diet, you'll gain weight fast."

"You wanted to fit into pretty dresses. You wanted a nice body. You were the one who begged me to watch what you eat!"

"I spent three years coming up with healthy meals for you every single day! And now you claim I abused you? You want to die for a piece of trash like him?!"

"Jump then, if you have the guts! Stop threatening me!"

And Serena actually jumped.

Before jumping, she sent a massive paragraph to her parents, accusing me of abuse.

Her parents blamed me entirely for her death. Due to insufficient evidence and the diary entry, I didn't go to jail like they wanted.

Driven mad by grief, they broke into my house in the middle of the night and butchered me.

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"Christian, every single day you feed me nothing but boiled chicken breast and bland greens! If that isn't abuse, what is? Since you hate fat people so much, I might as well die so you don't have to look at me anymore!"

I knew Serena wasn't bluffing. She genuinely wanted to die.

Claiming I abused her was just an excuse.

In this life, I would never die such a wrongful death again. I was going to make all of them pay!

Her parents would be here in ten minutes. I needed to calm her down first.

I dropped to my knees with a thud and pleaded with pure emotion, "Babe, please come down first. Why would I ever hate you?"

"Didn't you want that Hermès orange Birkin? I already bought it for you! It's in the bedroom closet!"

"From now on, I'll buy you whatever food you want, okay?"

"Life is full of setbacks, but as long as you're alive, anything is possible!"

That last sentence seemed to make her waver.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, she looked at me uncertainly. "Are you serious? You'll buy whatever I want to eat and stop micromanaging me?"

I nodded frantically and slowly crawled toward her, reaching out my hand.

"I swear!"

The front door burst open. It was Serena's parents.

Seeing the scene, their knees buckled in terror.

"Serena, honey, don't scare us! Come down right now! If Christian wronged you, we'll deal with him! Don't throw your life away!"

Serena was already wavering, and seeing her parents so terrified made her burst into loud sobs.

Seizing the moment, I grabbed her and pulled her back inside.

Her mom hugged Serena and comforted her.

Then, without a word, she turned around and slapped me across the face.

A sharp, burning pain flared on my cheek. It stung my skin, but it stung my pride even more.

"Christian, you piece of trash! How dare you treat my daughter like this? I swear I should take a knife to you!"