Chapter 1

Before I died, my husband drained my spinal marrow for his first crush.

Because of that, I never had children with him.

At fifty, his first crush's husband died.

Crying with joy, my husband divorced me and married her.

The three of them became a family, while I was left to grow old alone.

He said he had spent half his life with me and that the rest belonged to his child.

The cruelest part?

After death, as a wandering soul, I found out his first crush never had leukemia.

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As I looked down at the wedding invitation in my hand, tears streamed down my cheeks. Seeing that, Channing gently wiped them away for me.

"After the wedding, I'll be yours alone," he said.

Channing, considering those tears of joy, believed marrying him was all that I wanted.

He just took it for granted—being his wife must be my greatest wish.

Nodding, I wiped away my tears.

"From now on, everything will be different," I murmured.

My confidence stemmed from the second chance I was given.

This time, Channing Grant was no longer important to me.

"Congratulations, Shania, on marrying Channing," a cloyingly sweet voice sounded behind me. "Poor me. Going to kick the bucket."

That was Yelena Jones, popping out of nowhere.

Her voice sent a chill down my spine, making my whole body tense up.

Yelena, dressed in white and with light makeup on, came to Channing and me at a low pace.

I also noticed she was wearing a stylish chestnut wig.

Full of vitality, yet she kept whining about how soon she was going to meet her maker.

"What brings you here?" Channing asked, with a hint of surprise in his voice.

Taking Yelena's hand, he gently led her to sit beside him.

Then he picked up a sample wedding invitation from the table. Looking it over appreciatively, Channing said, "Not bad."

"Of course," said Yelena with a sweet and innocent smile. "After all, I am a professional designer."

He didn't stop to wonder why she would come to this wedding planning company—it wasn't anywhere near the plaza, nor somewhere she'd pass on her way home.

However, the wedding planner had a strange look on his face.

"How I wish I could have a chance to invite people to my wedding," said Yelena in a sad tone. "Too bad I just don't have that in my life."

Channing, holding her hands immediately, looked anxious and comforted her. "That's nonsense, Yelena. You're so beautiful and gentle. Any man would be lucky to marry you."

Suddenly, I felt a gaze upon me.

That was from Yelena, who stared at me.

She wanted to see jealousy on my face.

Seeing through her, I calmly put the invitation down and said to the wedding planner, whose smile had already frozen, "Just print them like this."

I wasn't going to marry Channing anyway.

So, why should I care what the invitation looked like or who designed it?

In my old timeline, Yelena's illness took a sharp turn for the worse on my wedding day. She needed a bone marrow transplant badly.

Right before the wedding ceremony kicked off, Channing, casting everything aside, dragged me to Yelena's hospital and forced me to give Yelena my bone marrow.

I just could not stop him.

After the surgery, I came down with a fever, feeling weak and miserable. I ended up stuck in the ward for two days.

During that time, I uncovered a horrifying truth.

Before the surgery, I had been identified as a bone marrow match, and I didn't even know.

The whole process required four consecutive days of stem cell mobilizer injections, followed by drawing about 10ml of the donor for an HLA typing test with the recipient's blood.

However, I didn't remember any of that.

In my old timeline, I genuinely believed Yelena was dying, so I let it slide.

Thanks to the second chance I was given, I knew that she was never sick.

I didn't know how to describe my feelings right now.

Was "hate" the word I was looking for?

Yes, but I'd like to give it to Channing.

After all, he was the mastermind behind it all.

I was blind before, but not in this timeline.

I picked up the phone and called Chris, the executive producer in Tansara.

My voice really cheered Chris up.

He immediately invited me over to join his next shoot.

It began on the 15th of next month.

Luckily, her crew was still short of hands, just as I had expected.

This project filmed endangered wildlife worldwide, calling on everyone to protect our planet.

Another purpose of this project was to keep precious footage of disappearing species.

The future generations, by watching them, would know that those lives once roamed this earth.

By the way, there were no males in Chris' crew.

Earlier, she invited me to join them, but Channing turned her down on my behalf.

Most of those shoots took place in remote mountains, tropical rainforests, and deep forests—I might be completely off the grid for six months or more, with no cell signal.

With me out of reach for six months, Yelena might die.

In my old timeline, I decided to go with Channing's decision.

As a result, I, for the last decades of my life, was consumed by regret. When I decided to make a change, I found that I was too old and weak to carry the heavy camera gear into the wilderness.

In this timeline, I decided not to leave any regrets for my life.