My Husband Took Me as a Substitute, Until He Regretted It.
Language: en
When I died, I watched my husband kneel beside my hospital bed—not out of grief for me, but whispering another woman’s name. Only then did I understand: I was never the one he loved. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to my teenage years. This time, before I could say a word, he brushed past me with a cold glance and went straight to the girl he had always chosen. I let him go. I didn’t chase. From that moment on, our fates unraveled into two separate lines. Ten years later, we met again at a luxury charity auction in Ocean City. He arrived in a tailored suit, confidence…