Part 1he Second Chance—Saving Myself by Calling Her Childhood Crush

I was Bruce Wayne. During a contract negotiation, Elena West was deliberately plied with alcohol. I took her home and, at her desperate plea, comforted her in her distress.

After that night, she found herself pregnant.

Left with no other choice, Elena married me.

However, when her childhood sweetheart, Aidan Moore, saw the news, he went out for a reckless high-speed drive and died on the spot.

Upon hearing the news, Elena kept a poker face and simply said he was just a friend and that his death was no big deal.

But on the seventh night after Aidan's death, she grabbed a kitchen knife and slashed it at my waist.

"It's all your fault for having dirty thoughts about me. Aidan got drunk and went for that crazy drive, dying with a grudge. I want you to pay for his life with your own!"

The next time I opened my eyes, I was back to the night when Elena got drunk.

"Bruce, I'm feeling like absolute crap. Get over here quick!"

The moment I heard Elena's desperate wail over the phone, I shot up from my sleep, and it hit me like a ton of bricks—I'd been reborn.

Without a second thought this time, I immediately dialed Aidan's number and then headed out to pick her up.

When I found Elena, her cheeks were all flushed, and she was slumped on the sofa, looking as drunk as a skunk with those bleary eyes.

In my past life, it was those same pleading eyes that made her tell me how lousy she felt and beg for my help. I was so under her spell back then that I just caved in helplessly. And that single decision cost me my life.

This time, I plopped down right next to her and said sincerely, "Elena, Aidan'll be here soon. You two know each other like the back of your hands. He's way better at taking care of you."

Elena started fidgeting in her seat and reached out her hand, trying to grab me. But I played dumb and shuffled a bit farther away.

Not long after, Aidan burst through the door. He gave me a nervous look. When he saw I hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Aidan pulled Elena into his arms and smiled, "You can head home now. I'll take Elena to my place to sleep it off."

I just nodded and made a quick exit.

As I stepped out of the hotel, the cool night air hit me in the face, waking me up. I let out a long breath.

In my past life, I just couldn't stand seeing Elena suffer from the drug's effects, so I took her home and tried to help her ease the pain with my body.

After she got pregnant, we had to go public with our engagement.

When Aidan saw the news, he went on a drunken joyride at breakneck speed and ended up getting himself killed. Elena coolly took care of Aidan's funeral arrangements. That very night, she came at me with a kitchen knife.

I lost so much blood that I collapsed on the floor, begging her to spare me for the sake of our long-standing relationship. But she glared at me with those red-rimmed eyes and roared, "You're just a stray mutt I took in. There's no such thing as a relationship. Die!"

As the blade sliced into me, I passed out from the excruciating pain.

This time, I called Aidan to take care of her so they could finally be together. And I'd get out of this place and never cross paths with them again.