I Rejected Saving My Uncle, Then Left Forever

I was reborn on the night Uncle Oliver was drugged with an aphrodisiac. This time, instead of sleeping with him, I called the woman he loved. In my past life, I fell in love with Oliver Davis, the man I called my uncle, though we weren't related by blood. Knowing he had been drugged, I ignored his pleas to call the woman he loved and slept with him instead. A month later, I found out I was pregnant. Oliver was forced to marry me. But on our wedding day, Aria Jones, the woman he loved, was kidn*pped and murdered while abroad on a trip to clear her head. Before she died, she called Oliver 199 times for help. Busy with our wedding, Oliver didn't answer a single call. Afterward, Oliver stared at those 199 missed calls, saying nothing. But when I went into labor, he locked me in the basement. I begged him to take me to the hospital, but he only gave me a cruel smile and watched me suffocate as I struggled to deliver the baby. Before I died, I heard him say, "If you hadn't gotten pregnant, I wouldn't have been forced to marry you, and I wouldn't have missed Aria's calls for help. You deserve to die..." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he was drugged. "Melissa Smith, hurry up and call Aria!" Those familiar words jolted me awake. I had been reborn. Without hesitating, I pulled out my phone and dialed Aria's number. Oliver's face was flushed, his gaze feverish and unfocused as he looked at me. In my past life, that very look had led me to make the mistake that cost me my life. This time, I averted my eyes and hurried out of his room. "Hang in there, Uncle Oliver! Aria will be here in 10 minutes!" As I pulled the door closed, I heard Oliver force a few words through gritted teeth. It sounded like my name. I pretended not to hear him, slammed the door shut, and stood guard outside. Aria arrived 10 minutes later. She gave me an inscrutable look, then sighed with relief when she saw that my clothes were undisturbed. Before pushing the door open, she glanced at me. "You can leave now. You're not needed here anymore." I turned around, went upstairs, and returned to my room. It wasn't until late into the night that the room downstairs finally quieted down. I let out a long sigh. In my past life, I had loved Oliver so much that I willingly slept with him after he was drugged. Then I got pregnant with his child. He eventually gave in to the pressure and married me. But Aria was killed on our wedding day, and he lost the woman he loved. He said nothing and bided his time until I was due to give birth. Then he locked me in the basement. Doubled over in agony, I sobbed and begged him to save the baby, even if it meant letting me die. It was his child too. But he ignored my pleas and watched us both die, all to avenge the woman he loved. This time, I had called Aria as he'd asked. Soon, I would leave this place and get away from him for good. ***** The next morning, Aria appeared at the Davis mansion's dining table. Oliver took a bite from one of the side dishes and a spoonful of soup, then announced to everyone as though it were nothing, "Aria is my girlfriend now. I'm going to marry her, so all of you better treat her well." He turned to me and pointed his fork at me. "Especially you. Be nice to Aria and don't cause trouble for me." I nodded numbly. Aria curled her lips into a triumphant smile at me. I ignored her, intending to head back to my room before even finishing breakfast. But as soon as I stood up, Aria began to sniffle. "Oliver, does Melissa not welcome me to the family? I know how much she means to you. If she doesn't like me, maybe I shouldn't stay here." A few tears slipped down her cheeks as she spoke. She looked utterly wounded. Oliver frowned and called after me sharply, "Melissa, sit down and finish your breakfast." Instead of doing as he said, I replied calmly, "I'm full." Oliver grew even more displeased, his tone laced with impatience. "Melissa, I told you to sit down! Didn't you hear me? Have you forgotten your basic manners? I raised you—is this what I taught you?" I wanted nothing to do with either of them in this life, but neither seemed willing to leave me alone. I turned around and offered him and Aria a polite smile. "Uncle Oliver, Aria, I've had enough to eat. Please enjoy your breakfast. I'll leave you to it." Thirty minutes later, someone knocked on my bedroom door. I opened it to find Oliver glaring at me.