This Time, I Reject Him!

Cynthia was taken aback as she stared at Andrew, struggling to believe what she was seeing. It had been three years since she married him, and now he descended the stairs looking as robust and muscular as ever. His short, straight, deep golden blonde hair was styled neatly and combed back, enhancing the charming dimples and the attractive cleft chin that always captivated her. Andrew looked at her indifferently. "Cynthia, are you ready to go to the party?" His voice was cold and deep, instantly reminding her of something. Andrew slightly furrowed his brows, noticing Cynthia's panicked expression. He sensed that she seemed off today. However, he decided to maintain his aloofness to discourage her from trying to please him. "Don't overthink it. You're just attending as my assistant. Rebecca will be my date." Cynthia, still reeling from the shock, remained silent. The silence in the room was so profound that Cynthia couldn't even make a sound. She glanced around instinctively, her eyes widening in realization. This was no hospital. It looked more like a lounge. Turning her head, she caught her reflection in a nearby mirror. She dressed in a familiar outfit and showed no signs of weariness. Her soft brown hair glistened in the light, falling gracefully behind her shoulders. Her face, a perfect oval with flawless fair skin, lush red lips, and sparkling green eyes complemented by a proudly high nose, made her even more stunning. Cynthia was dumbfounded. She was dressed just as she had been at a medical conference for Stewart Group three years ago. "No way," she whispered to herself in disbelief. "This can't be happening." Had she not died? Was she back to three years ago? Back then, Andrew was gravely ill. Her sister, Rebecca Johnson, had broken her promise and fled the country, leaving Cynthia to marry Andrew in her stead. Thanks to Cynthia's tender care, Andrew had recovered miraculously. However, once he was better, Rebecca returned, and they seemed to become a perfect match, their romance envied by all. Cynthia knew Andrew didn't truly love her, but once she agreed to marry him, she longed to bear their child and become his soulmate. Yet, she could never replace Rebecca. After years of struggle, Cynthia, heartbroken, had agreed to a divorce. Rebecca, however, didn't let her go. Shivering, Cynthia watched in horror as her husband and Rebecca plotted against her. Just moments before, as she faced her own death, Cynthia had been in a heated argument with Rebecca. After a car accident, she was urgently taken to the hospital, where she learned she was pregnant! Eager to share the news with Andrew as a surprise, she pleaded with the doctor to save her baby. But after the doctor left, the next person she saw was not just anyone. It was Andrew's lover, her own sister, Rebecca. Cynthia lay weakly in bed, unable to move. Terror filled her green eyes. She wanted to scream. "Go ahead. Scream all you want, poor Cynthia," Rebecca taunted with a cold sneer. "No one will hear you here." "You?!" Cynthia gasped for air, struggling to sit up. "Why are you doing this? Isn't having my husband enough? Now, you won't even let me keep my child?" Anger flared in Cynthia as she glared at Rebecca, but she was too weak after the accident. Rebecca sneered. "Cynthia, you're just as stupid as ever. Haven't you realized by now that this car accident was a bit too convenient? If it weren't for Andrew..." Rebecca’s voice faltered, her expression twisting into a smirk. Cynthia was horrified, unable to believe the accident had been deliberately arranged by Rebecca. Rebecca continued to taunt as she approached Cynthia. "I didn't expect you to be so lucky. You survived and even got pregnant with Andrew's child!" "What are you going to do? If you have a problem, come at me. Don't hurt my baby!" Cynthia, terrified, clutched her stomach and backed away. Rebecca's voice dripped with malice. "You stupid woman! Do you really think you'll get the chance to give birth to this child?" She lunged forward, pinning Cynthia down, and grabbed a pillow, pressing it hard against Cynthia's face! Cynthia struggled desperately, but her injured body couldn't push Rebecca off. She instinctively screamed, "Help! Andrew! Save me!" Above her, Rebecca's laughter grew more maniacal. "Go to hell! This is what you get for not agreeing to the divorce! Andrew said he never wanted to see you again! He asked me to help him!" Cynthia's struggles slowed. She still couldn't believe it! She knew Andrew despised her, but did he really want her gone from this world so badly? The agony of suffocation felt all too real as Cynthia shed tears of despair, gradually losing the strength to struggle... "Am I going to die so pathetically?" she asked herself. After she and her unborn child had died, Andrew and Rebecca would live happily ever after, wouldn't they? But why should she die so miserably? Why was her fate so pathetic? Why shouldn't the bastards who hurt her pay the price?! "I don't want to die like this! I don't want to leave so pathetically!" In the final moments before darkness overtook her, Cynthia's heart sent out a fervent prayer. If she could survive, she would make them pay in blood! Suddenly, a warm, holy light pierced through in the darkness, dispelling the cold from Cynthia's body. Gradually, she began to regain consciousness. The next moment, she abruptly opened her eyes, the blinding light stinging her eyelids. Then, she saw Andrew and realized she had gone back to three years ago, to the very moment when Andrew was planning to leave her for Rebecca. She took a sharp breath and looked up. With a smile like someone who had survived a disaster, she calmly said to Andrew, "I'm fine, Andrew..." But her heart was tumultuous. God! This was exactly the same as her previous life! Andrew walked to the door and pressed, "Let's go. We're getting late." Cynthia looked at him, her eyes filled with terrifying hatred, her nails digging deep into her palms, the pain keeping her barely sane. This time, she would not forgive those who betrayed her! She wanted revenge!