Nine Deaths Taught Me One Truth: He Was Never Mine

Synopsis

The day Charles Stanton's first love returned, I moved out of the apartment we'd shared for three years. He sent me one text: [Smart move.] I smiled and tossed my phone into a moving box. He had no idea. This was already the tenth time I'd left him. Every time I died, time would rewind to our third wedding anniversary. The first nine times, I begged him to stay. I even threatened to kill myself. Each time, I ended up either locked in a psychiatric hospital or run over by his car. The worst time was when I was three months pregnant. He pushed me down the stairs so he could rush to meet his first love, who had just landed at the airport. He said, "Women like you don't deserve to carry my child." When I woke up, it was our anniversary again. The same watch he'd forgotten to take was on the nightstand. This time, I finally learned.