The first thing I did after coming back to life was accept the glass of water my husband brought me.
Then I swallowed the pregnancy pills prepared by my husband’s lover.
Not because I trusted them.
Not because I believed their lies.
But because of the child inside my belly.
A child who, in my previous life, became the most terrifying person I had ever known.
A child who was born with a soul that should never have returned to this world.
I had sacrificed everything to protect him.
I abandoned my marriage.
I gave up my dignity.
I fought against everyone who told me he was dangerous.
I believed that every child could be changed if someone loved them enough.
But I was wrong.
When he grew up, he treated human life as if it were nothing more than a game.
Whenever something didn’t go his way, the first thought that appeared in his mind was destruction.
Hurt.
Revenge.
Death.
And before I died, he looked into my eyes and told me the truth.
He told me he had once been a monster.
A murderer from another era.
A soul that had escaped punishment and returned to this world.
I thought I had failed as a mother.
I thought I had not loved him enough.
But then God gave me another chance.
I opened my eyes again.
Returned to the moment when everything had not yet begun.
This time, I would not blindly protect anyone.
I would not sacrifice myself for a child who was destined to become a demon.
I would find out the truth.
Was my son truly born evil?
Or were the two people standing beside me the ones who created the monster he became?
Chapter 1: The Second Life
The smell of disinfectant filled my lungs.
My eyes slowly opened.
White ceiling.
Cold hospital lights.
The uncomfortable chair beneath me.
For several seconds, I couldn’t understand where I was.
Then memories crashed into my mind.
The sea.
The freezing water.
My son’s cold eyes.
His cruel smile.
The last words he whispered before pushing me into darkness.
“I was never an ordinary person.”
“During the war, I personally killed thousands.”
“I spent hundreds of years in the underworld deceiving even the King of Hell.”
“Do you really think someone like you could change me?”
My fingers trembled.
I touched my stomach.
A small, warm life was still there.
My child.
My Nguyen Nguyen.
I was four months pregnant.
The same time.
The same hospital.
The same day everything had started.
A bitter laugh escaped my throat.
Fate had given me another chance.
But why?
To save myself?
To escape my husband?
Or to save the child who would one day destroy me?
Before I could answer, two familiar figures appeared at the end of the hallway.
My husband.
Lam Phuong Hao.
And the woman beside him.
Le Tieu Tieu.
My husband’s lover.
In my previous life, I had recognized his figure immediately.
I had followed them.
I had discovered their betrayal.
I had screamed.
I had cried.
I had demanded an explanation.
But this time…
I remained seated.
I watched.
Like a stranger watching a play.
Le Tieu Tieu leaned against his chest and smiled.
Then she took out a small box from her bag.
“This is the medicine I prepared.”
Her voice was soft.
Almost gentle.
But I knew what was hidden behind that sweetness.
“After she takes it, twelve hours later, the fetus will naturally disappear.”
My breathing stopped.
Even though I already knew.
Even though I had heard these words before.
Hearing them again still made my heart ache.
I looked at Lam Phuong Hao.
The father of my child.
The man who had slept beside me for years.
The man who once promised he would protect me forever.
He didn’t show anger.
Didn’t show shock.
Didn’t even hesitate.
Instead, he gently brushed Le Tieu Tieu’s hair away.
“Her fallopian tubes are blocked.”
“She can barely get pregnant.”
“When the child is gone, I can use the excuse that I have no descendants.”
“Then she will leave with nothing.”
My fingers slowly tightened.
So that was his plan.
He didn’t just want my child gone.
He wanted me destroyed.
He wanted me to lose the only thing connecting me to this marriage.
In my previous life, when I discovered their plan, I immediately exposed them.
I divorced Lam Phuong Hao.
I refused his money.
I left with nothing.
I thought I had won.
I thought I had protected my child.
But I didn’t know…
The child I saved would become the person I feared most.
Chapter 2: The Child With Two Souls
In my previous life, I spent years defending my son.
Everyone warned me.
My mother.
My relatives.
Even teachers.
They told me there was something wrong with him.
But I refused to believe it.
Because he was my child.
Because I had almost lost him before he was born.
Because I believed a mother’s love could overcome everything.
When he was young, he was charming.
Smart.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
One day, my mother angrily told me:
“If you can’t control this child, leave him.”
He was only six years old.
I thought he didn’t understand.
I was wrong.
A week later, my mother almost died after drinking from her bowl.
Fortunately, she noticed something strange before swallowing.
My son stood nearby.
Watching.
Smiling.
When I asked him why he did it, he lowered his head.
“I was just playing.”
I hugged him.
I told myself:
“He is still young.”
“He doesn’t understand.”
I made excuses.
Over and over again.
Until the day he became a teenager.
His childhood friend won an award at school.
Everyone praised that boy.
My son smiled.
He congratulated him.
Then, two days later, he secretly dug a deep hole near the road.
He waited.
And pushed him.
Luckily, someone passing by discovered him.
His friend survived.
But my son’s eyes…
There was no regret.
Only disappointment.
As if his plan had failed.
Still, I protected him.
Still, I told myself he could change.
Until he became an adult.
He failed university entrance exams.
Refused to work.
Spent money recklessly.
Then one day, I discovered he was preparing to travel to northern Myanmar with several strangers he met online.
I knew something was wrong.
I reported it.
I stopped him.
And that became the moment he hated me completely.
He pretended to apologize.
He acted like he finally understood his mistakes.
Then he invited me on a boat trip.
I believed him.
I shouldn’t have.
The last thing I saw was his hand pushing me.
The last thing I heard was his voice.
Cold.
Empty.
“You always thought you could save me.”
“But you never understood.”
“I was never someone who needed saving.”
I looked down at my stomach.
A small movement came from inside.
My heart softened.
“Nguyen Nguyen…”
I whispered.
“I know you don’t like hospitals.”
“After this examination, we will go home.”
The baby moved again.
In my previous life, I used to think every movement was a response.
A conversation.
A promise.
Now…
I wondered.
Was this child innocent?
Or was something darker waiting inside?
Chapter 3: The Poisoned Gift
After leaving the ultrasound room, I went directly to the doctor.
Only then did I understand.
Why Le Tieu Tieu dared to replace the medicine.
Because she worked at this hospital.
When she gave me the box earlier, she had whispered:
“Miss To, the doctor didn’t want to worry you.”
“Actually, your fetus isn’t in good condition.”
“You need to take medicine regularly.”
A perfect lie.
A believable lie.
A lie designed for a desperate mother.
But there was something she didn’t know.
I had already died once.
I knew every word she would say.
I knew every move she would make.
The doctor checked the records.
Then frowned.
“Mrs. Lam.”
“Your pregnancy is completely normal.”
“There is no problem.”
I smiled.
Of course.
The only problem was the people around me.
When I returned home, it was already evening.
Lam Phuong Hao was waiting.
He looked concerned.
Too concerned.
“Aren’t you supposed to work overtime today?”
I asked.
“Why are you home so early?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he lit a cigarette.
Right in front of my pregnant body.
Then he sighed.
“No matter how much money I earn, it will never be more important than you.”
“The child…”
“Everything is okay, right?”
I almost laughed.
Was I supposed to be touched?
If he truly cared…
Would he have let me go to the hospital alone?
Would he have planned to kill our child?
But I had learned something after dying.
Some people don’t deserve your anger.
They only deserve your silence.
“The child is healthy.”
I smiled.
“Don’t worry.”
His expression changed instantly.
The cigarette in his hand froze.
“Really?”
“Then why do you look so tired?”
Before I could answer—
Crash!
The ashtray hit the floor.
Glass shattered everywhere.
I stepped back instinctively.
Not because I feared him.
But because I remembered.
This man had once been the person I trusted most.
Now he was a stranger.
He walked toward me.
“To Thien Ngung.”
“How many of your words are true?”
His voice became colder.
“I called the doctor.”
“He said the child’s condition was terrible.”
“There were signs of miscarriage.”
I stared at him.
So this was his trick.
He wanted me to believe I was sick.
He wanted me to take the medicine willingly.
He wanted me to kill my own child.
Chapter 4: The Perfect Performance
In my previous life, I had been too emotional.
Too honest.
Too easy to manipulate.
This time, I knew the role I needed to play.
My eyes immediately turned red.
“I’m sorry…”
“I didn’t mean to hide it.”
“I’m just afraid you would worry.”
His expression softened.
Exactly as I expected.
“If you’re afraid I worry, why hide it?”
“I am your husband.”
“Not a stranger.”
Husband.
That word sounded ridiculous now.
But I lowered my head.
Let my tears fall.
He reached out.
His voice became gentle.
“We are husband and wife.”
“We face everything together.”
Then he paused.
“So…”
“Did the doctor prescribe medicine?”
Finally.
The real question.
I almost admired his patience.
He had spent so much time pretending.
Just for this moment.
I slowly took out the box.
The box he had prepared.
The box containing the medicine from his lover.
His eyes brightened.
A smile appeared.
A smile I hadn’t seen in years.
“Good.”
“The baby will be safe now.”
He personally poured warm water for me.
His voice was unbelievably gentle.
“Drink it.”
“After that, sleep well.”
“I’ll cook dinner.”
I looked at the glass.
Then at him.
The man who wanted to kill my child.
The woman who helped him.
The child inside me.
And the future waiting ahead.
I smiled.
Then I raised the glass.
Lam Phuong Hao relaxed.
He thought he had won.
He thought everything was under control.
But he didn’t know…
The woman standing in front of him was no longer the same woman he betrayed.
I had already died once.
I knew how this story ended.
And this time…
I was going to rewrite every page.
