Chapter 1
My husband, Richard Coleman, sold my million-dollar heart medication.
He used the money to buy his student, Rachel Green, ten pairs of designer lingerie.
Without the medicine, my heart failed three days later. I didn't make it.
Before I died, I saw their texts.
Rachel: [Professor, I just wanted a little gift.]
Richard: [It was just my wife's pills. She wasn't going to live much longer anyway.]
I tried to speak, but Richard looked at me coldly. He said, "What would a dying woman know about love?"
Outside my room, I could hear Rachel laughing brightly.
I died. He married her three days later.
At my funeral, they wore matching outfits and claimed it as a final blessing for the departed.
When I opened my eyes again, I had transcended back to the morning the pills were stolen.
There were only thirty minutes left before Richard would strike.
I didn't have time to think. I bolted straight for the study.
The med box was still there.
That million-dollar box of imported heart meds was still tucked away in the back.
My hands were shaking so badly.
I really transcended back.
Life had given me another chance.
This time, I was going to make Richard and Rachel pay.
I took a deep breath, grabbed my phone, and dialed my doctor, Paul Evans.
"Dr. Evans, is it okay if I leave my meds with you for a bit?" I asked.
Paul paused for a moment and then asked, "Professor Carter, is something wrong?"
"I just don't feel safe keeping them at home," I replied.
My voice stayed calm, but my knuckles were turning white from how hard I was gripping the phone.
"Sure, just come by whenever you need," Paul said.
He didn't press for details, just agreed without hesitation.
I wasted no time packing up my meds and stuffing them into my bag.
Just as I reached the door, Richard's voice called out from behind me.
"Emily, where are you going so early?" he asked.
He was dressed in loungewear, wearing his gentle smile.
That face I once loved now made me want to gag.
"I'm heading to the hospital for a follow-up," I replied.
I turned around, my face cold and expressionless as I stared at him.
Richard walked over, reaching out like it was the most natural thing in the world to put his arm around my shoulder.
I sidestepped, dodging his touch.
His hand froze in midair, a flash of irritation crossed his face, but he quickly slapped that fake smile right back on.
"Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well? I could've gone with you," Richard said, trying to sound concerned.
"No need. Don't you have a lesson with your student?" I replied.
I stared him down, making sure he caught every word.
"Rachel's waiting for you, isn't she?" I asked.
His face fell instantly.
"Don't be ridiculous. Rachel is just my student," Richard said, trying to sound indignant.
I scoffed, my voice icy, "Oh, really?
I gave him a cold smile, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door.
"Then teach your student properly, just don't give her any lessons in bed," I said, my tone icy.
With a loud bang, I slammed the door shut, leaving Richard standing there with a face as dark as thunder.
Sitting in the taxi, my heart was racing so fast it felt like it was about to explode out of my chest.
Back then, I was a total fool.
I kept putting up with everything, kept trusting him blindly.
And what did I get for it? Just treated like dead weight, like someone waiting around to die.
This time, I swear, I won't let that happen again.
When I got to the hospital, Paul personally welcomed me.
"Professor Carter, I'll keep your meds in my office safe. You're the only one who knows the code," Paul said.
He handed me the key, concern shining in his eyes.
"Thanks, Dr. Evans," I said.
I gripped the key tightly, feeling a weight finally lift off my chest.
My meds were safe, and so was my life.