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In my previous life, the night before Asher Martinez's engagement, we ended up spending a wild night together by accident. The next day, the girl he truly loved, Eleanor Adams, was so devastated that she slit her wrists and ended her own life. Because of that, Asher came to utterly despise me. He went on a vengeful rampage. Our daughter was not spared, either. On our daughter's birthday, Asher held my head down and forced me to watch as she burned with fever. She suffered all night, burning up from dusk till dawn right in front of me, but he refused to call a doctor. He said, "This is your retribution for being shameless and driving Eleanor to her death." For the first time, I didn't deny it. Instead, I bowed all night, begging for forgiveness. But my daughter still missed the critical window for treatment. Before she passed away, Anna whispered her last words. "Mommy, don't cry. I don't hurt." I finally snapped. Clutching Anna's things, I dragged myself up to the rooftop and threw myself off. And when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night before Asher's engagement. This time, I only did two things. First, I slashed my palm with a knife to stay alert, making sure I never set foot in his room. Second, I burned every diary about my secret feelings for him.