I Promise You a Next Life, No Regrets

I froze.

What did he just say?

He thought I was working with the bandits?

Bradley’s words drenched me like a bucket of ice water, chilling me to the bone.

Now I understood why the latch on the ancestral hall’s back door had been open.

It was Roger.

He must have tipped Bradley off in advance—told him to keep an eye on me.

Afraid I’d ruin his plans, afraid I’d go looking for him, he had Bradley and his men block the mountain pass.

But for all his scheming, he never expected the bandits to strike early. He certainly never imagined they’d sneak into the village from the back hills.

By the time Bradley and the others saw the fire and rushed back, it was already too late.

And me, fresh from escaping the bandits’ den? In his eyes, I was the perfect scapegoat—the traitor who’d conspired with them.

“Bradley! How dare you talk nonsense!”

Dorothy was trembling with rage, her finger shaking as she pointed at him.

“My brother left to escort that vixen Nicole to some cultural show! He abandoned the village for her! What does that have to do with my sister-in-law? She’s the one who saved me!”

Bradley clearly didn’t believe her. He stared at me, eyes filled with contempt and fury.

“Roger told me himself before he left. He said you’d been getting too close to one of the educated youths, acting improperly, and that I should keep a close watch. No matter what happened in the village today, I wasn’t to trust a word you said!”

The educated youth?

My mind went blank, ringing with a sudden, deafening hum.

That young man had only asked me for directions a few times. Nicole saw it, twisted the story, and fed it to Roger.

In my past life, that was one of the reasons Roger stopped trusting me—one of the justifications he used before he finally killed me.

He’d rather believe an outsider’s slander than trust the wife who shared his bed.

How absurd. How laughable.

“Hah… hahaha…”

I couldn’t help it. I started laughing, laughing until tears streamed down my face.

An invisible fist closed around my heart, squeezing the air from my lungs.

A sharp, twisting pain shot through my abdomen, followed by a warm rush of wetness down my thighs.

I looked down. Stark, glaring red stained my skirt.

My baby…

My baby…

This time, I’d been so careful. Why was this still happening?

“Grab her!”

Seeing my strange expression, Bradley thought I was about to run. He shouted and lunged forward.

My legs gave out. The world went black.

…

When I woke again, I was in the town clinic.

The sharp, sterile smell of disinfectant filled my nose.

Lying on a cold hospital bed, I felt an emptiness below.

The baby was gone.

The child I’d fought so desperately to keep in my past life, the one I hadn’t even realized existed this time—gone. Again.

I stared blankly at the yellowed ceiling, silent tears tracing paths down my temples.

Why?

Why, after being given a second chance, did I still have to endure this?

Heaven, did you bring me back just to make me relive the same despair?

The ward door creaked open. Dorothy walked in, eyes red-rimmed.

“Sister-in-law, you’re awake.”

Her voice was hoarse.

I didn’t move. I didn’t speak.

Dorothy sat on the edge of my bed, taking my cold hand in hers. Her voice hitched.

“Sister-in-law, I’m so sorry… This is all my fault…”

Slowly, I turned my head to look at her.

“The village… how is it?”

Dorothy’s tears overflowed.

“They’re dead… all dead… The Village Chief, Uncle Mark, so many of the men… gone.”

“More than twenty women were taken.”

“By the time Bradley and the others got there, the fire was already raging. The bandits grabbed what they could and ran…”

Each word was a knife, twisting in my heart.

Even though I’d expected it, hearing the outcome firsthand still stole my breath.

All those vibrant lives, those familiar, smiling faces—gone in a single night.

“And your brother?”

I heard my own voice ask, eerily calm.

At the mention of Roger, a complicated expression flickered across Dorothy’s face.

“He’s back. Him and Nicole… they both came back with Bradley.”

“When my brother saw the village… he just stood there, stunned.”

“He asked me how you were. I told him Bradley had hurt you, that you’d lost the baby…” She swallowed. “He knocked Bradley to the ground with one punch.”

The corner of my mouth twitched, empty of any smile.

So now he feels regret? Now he cares?

Too late.

All of it, far too late.

Just then, the ward door swung open again.

Roger burst in.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face covered in stubble. His clothes were rumpled and dusty, a picture of utter dishevelment.

He rushed straight to my bedside, grabbing my shoulders, his voice a ragged rasp.

“Joan! Why? Why didn’t you come find me! If you’d come sooner, none of this would have happened! Nicole wouldn’t have been so terrified!”

I looked at him quietly, this man I’d loved for ten years and hated for two lifetimes.

His face was a mask of anguish, fury, and… righteous indignation.

He was still blaming me.

Still worried about whether his precious Nicole had been frightened.

The last remaining ember of warmth in my heart guttered and died.

Mustering every ounce of strength I had left, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face with all my might.

“Roger,” I said, staring into his shocked expression, each word clear and cold, “I want a divorce.”