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After I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I finally got the wedding I had waited fifty years for. My husband stood before me, microphone in hand, with his true love by his side. "Sophia, don't worry," he said. "I'll take good care of myself after you're gone." Then he dropped to one knee and slipped a ring onto her finger—a romantic gesture he had never once shown me. "Olivia," he whispered, "after all these years, we can finally be together." I lurched forward, rage burning in my chest, but my daughter held me back. "Just rest in peace, Mom," my daughter said coldly. "The three of us—Dad, Olivia, and I—will be just fine without you." Then she added, "I might as well tell you the truth. I'm actually Olivia's daughter. Dad implanted their embryo in you because he didn't want her to suffer through childbirth." The shock and rage sent my cancer into overdrive, accelerating my decline. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back in the past, when my daughter was six years old. And, as I would soon discover, my husband had traveled back in time as well.