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On Valentine's Day, on our way home, my husband, Mathew Clayton, and I were in a car accident—and together, we traveled through time. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back before we ever started dating. In the previous life, we had been married for seven years. I underwent dozens of surgeries to clear my fallopian tubes, but we never had a child. He blamed me for not being able to give him a perfect marriage, and we fought endlessly. This time, I decided to set him free. We silently agreed to pretend we were strangers, brushing past each other in the crowd. Seven years later, we met again at my daughter's kindergarten dance competition during a parent-child event. He drove up in a brand-new luxury car, dressed in a custom-made suit, and couldn't resist teasing me. "Monica, how many times did you have to go through surgery to finally produce an egg?" I ignored him, my gaze coolly falling on the little boy holding his hand. Because only I knew, the reason I couldn't conceive in my past life was not because of me.