Chapter 2

I hid in the bedroom.

Bradley quickly walked over and pushed the door open. His tone showed clear anxiety.

He asked, "Harriet, did you hear me talking outside just now?"

I shook my head. "No, did you talk to me?"

I instinctively covered up the fact that I had heard him.

Bradley sighed in relief. He said, "Next time, remember to knock when you come into my study."

"Okay." I nodded. "I made the dishes you like. Let's eat."

Bradley hesitated for a moment, then looked at me apologetically.

He said, "I'm sorry, but Amber needs me for something. I have to go."

He came over and kissed me.

I stiffly looked up at him.

His face was calm, and his expression serene.

I nodded. "Today is our fifth anniversary."

Bradley froze in place. His mouth opened and closed several times.

"I really can't stay," he said. "We'll celebrate it next time."

He took the car keys and left.

I sat there, stunned.

After a long time, I dragged my tired body and my confused mind to the dining table.

I numbly shoved the food into my mouth.

I was still in a daze from what I had just heard.

I thought back to this same day in my past life. It was also our fifth anniversary.

At that time, Bradley told me, "Harriet, I have a performance abroad."

I didn't think much of it. I thought it was just a normal performance.

But I didn't expect that once Bradley left, he never came back.

When the plane started to hit turbulence, he tried to call me.

But I was angry because he wasn't with me for the anniversary, so I rejected his call.

In the end, I only received one last message from him.

"They said I should leave my final words. I just want to tell you I will always love you."

I couldn't accept that reality.

I was so sad, I even thought about dying with him.

It was then that the system approached me.

I made a deal with it.

I went to those collapsing worlds, dying again and again.

Finally, after the 99th death, I was given the chance to reverse time. But reality slapped me hard in the face.

Bradley wasn't dead at all. It was all part of his scheme to be with Amber.

I felt a deep sorrow in my heart. Everything I had done for him was meaningless.

It was all my own wishful thinking.

At the same time, Amber updated her social media. It was a picture of a dog.

[Let's wish my little dog a happy fifth birthday.]

In the corner of the photo was a pair of men's hands. The wrist was wearing the watch I had given him.

At midnight, Bradley still hadn't come home.

I got up from the living room and walked to the bedroom, diving into the cold bed.

In the past, Bradley would warm the bed for me.

He wouldn't let me feel even a hint of cold.

The next day, I sat in the dining room eating breakfast.

Bradley pushed the door open and entered, holding a bouquet of obviously withered flowers.

When he saw me, he handed me a box.

Inside was a chain.

I looked up at him in disbelief.

This was clearly the chain taken off Amber's dog yesterday. It wasn't even good enough to be considered scrap.

He said, "Anniversary gift. I was in a hurry. I didn't buy anything expensive.

"I'll buy you something better next time."

His expression was calm, without any hint of guilt.

I silently accepted it.

He seemed a bit surprised by my reaction, glancing at me several times.

I bypassed him, ready to leave for work.

I picked up a blue hat hanging on the door, ready to put it on.

Bradley's angry voice came from behind. "That hat isn't for you."