“Damon, I’m here.”
“Doctor, Seraphina is in charge of all decisions regarding my surgery.”
What a pair. So devoted. So in love.
And standing there, despite being his wife, I felt utterly like an outsider, a complete stranger.
Seraphina gasped, her face lighting up with unconcealed triumph at Damon’s words.
Her gaze met mine, filled with challenge.
But my heart didn’t stir with a single ripple of emotion, only a cruel, dark satisfaction.
In my previous life, my second sight had shown me that Seraphina’s intentions weren’t pure; she wasn’t as innocent as she
seemed.
So when she first offered a “suitable cornea,” I’d been cautious and placed a tracker on her.
Sure enough, I overheard her plotting something sinister with another man.
Seraphina planned to replace Damon’s eyes with a pig’s cornea, intending to blind him so she could control him!
Last life, I stopped Seraphina and donated my own corneas to him.
And in the end, I met a brutal, suffocating death.
This time, I wanted to see if he’d be satisfied without my interference.
Damon’s surgery was scheduled for an hour later.
The hallway was quiet, Having trained with my Master since childhood, my senses were sharp.
Even through the wall, I could clearly hear Seraphina’s conversation with the doctor.
“Five hundred thousand. Another five hundred thousand after it’s done.”
Seraphina looked pained, but she gritted her teeth and handed over her bank card.
Along with it was a small black box.
The doctor instinctively started to refuse the card, but hesitated when he heard Seraphina’s words.
Finally, he silently took the items.
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12:52 AM P
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Damon Blackwood’s surgery, as expected, failed.
But Damon knew nothing of it.
When he was wheeled out of the operating room, his eyes wrapped in bandages, his first instinct was to find Seraphina.
“Seraphina, thank goodness for you. You really are my little good luck charm.”
Damon caressed Seraphina’s cheek, his wet kiss pressing against her skin.
I had no desire to watch their lovey–dovey display and turned to leave, but Damon stopped me.
“Hold it! Did I say you could leave?”
A bodyguard blocked my path, forcefully pushing me back.
Caught off guard, I stumbled and fell in front of them.
Seraphina sat on Damon’s lap, looking down at me haughtily.
A sweet smile played on her lips, but her voice was sickeningly pathetic.
“Damon, big sister’s glare is so scary. I’m so afraid.”
Before Damon could speak, the bodyguard behind me grabbed me, punching me hard in the stomach.
I felt a sudden gush of warmth below me.
“You bitch, you want to have my child? Dream on!”
“He wasn’t born in the last life, and he won’t be in this one either!”
Damon’s words stunned me, followed by an endless wave of despair.
So, the miscarriage in my last life wasn’t an accident.
I’d been pregnant for a month already.
In my previous life, after Damon’s surgery was successful, I’d eagerly told him the news.
Back then, he’d excitedly picked me up, spinning me around, and we sweetly discussed names for our child.
He was so wonderful then, making me believe deeply in my love for him.
Even later, when I inexplicably miscarried, and doctors told me I couldn’t have children,
I faced the reality alone, suffering in silence.
I had never doubted Damon.
I lay sprawled on the floor, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the blood on the ground.
12:52 AM
Through blurry eyes, I finally saw the black mist around Damon clearly.
A tiny, human–shaped shadow of black mist desperately waved at me, as if filled with deep concern.
I frantically wiped away my tears, trying to see more clearly.
m anymore.
But it was just mist; I couldn’t make out its form
Damon couldn’t see my expression, but the smell of blood in the air inexplicably made him uneasy.
Before he could dwell on it, Seraphina, nestled in his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck.
