Chapter 1

It's hard to describe how I felt when I heard those words.

Samuel was leaning forward, burying his face in Chloe's neck, inhaling the scent of her long hair.

Chloe was his therapist.

Samuel had been saying lately that his mental state was a bit chaotic and he needed to see a doctor.

I didn't expect it to be this kind of "seeing".

The intimate scene between them was jarring. The pain of betrayal instantly consumed all my rationality. I wanted to rush in and confront him, asking why he would do such a thing.

For three lifetimes, Samuel's heart had always been with me, from beginning to end.

I believed this with all my being, but the reality of this fourth life hit me like a ton of bricks. I was in such disbelief that I wondered if I had misunderstood something.

Then the Samuel I thought loved me most - the most devoted and faithful Samuel - spoke.

He glanced sideways, playfully twirling the long hair of Chloe who was sitting on his lap, and sneered:

"Dr. Feng, do you think I'm really crazy?

"But I feel like the three previous deaths weren't fake. Even now when I think about that pain, I still get chills."

Chloe clutched her chest, showing exaggerated concern:

"What should we do? You won't die again this time, will you?"

Samuel curved his lips into a smile:

"How could I? I've played along with Sophia every lifetime, but ended up dying by her side each time.

"Originally I wanted to see how she would save me, but now I think she must be bad luck. Look how well I'm living now that I've stayed away from her.

"This lifetime, I have you, Dr. Chloe."

His voice lilted upwards at the end, causing Chloe to blush and coyly chide him:

"Well, you've found the right person. Dr. Chloe will cure you this lifetime."

At that moment, the laughter of the man and woman inside sounded distorted, as if coming through a filter to my ears.

Those few sentences from Samuel's voice kept replaying and amplifying in my mind, constricting my heart and leaving me breathless.

I leaned against the wall, gasping for air.

I can't remember how I got home that day. I only remember collapsing onto the sofa, feeling like all the strength had been drained from my body.

As if my spine had been removed, I went limp.

This is not an exaggeration at all.

What had supported me through multiple rebirths was the obsession with saving 28-year-old Samuel.

In our first life, he died when we were most in love. We had just gotten our marriage license, and he was driving us on a trip. I was still admiring the ring in the car, saying I wanted to design a matching set of earrings.

Before he could even finish saying "Okay", an out-of-control truck crashed into us on the highway.

In that instant, time seemed to slow down. In my eyes, widened with horror, I clearly saw him lunging towards me, half his body shielding me.

In the end, I saw his eyes, unable to close, bloodied, filled with love and pain.

I cried out hoarsely, weeping in disbelief.

There was only one thought in my mind - no, no, Samuel can't die, we still have so many things we haven't done...

I have to go back, I have to save him!

Suddenly, it was as if a voice in my head asked me:

Are you sure? Are you sure you want to give up your future, to go back and do something that might fail, to repeat it over and over?

I said yes.

So I spent a lifetime, two lifetimes, giving it my all...

And in this life, he tells me he knew everything.

He just watched me desperately, pathetically, begging him to live.

He even said I was bad luck, that I was the one causing his death.