Love Gives Life Anew

The white foam floating on the soup instantly reminded me of the last life—of being drugged—and my instincts screamed to resist.

Without giving me a chance, Christina tilted the thermos toward my mouth. When I struggled, refusing to drink, she deliberately angled it more sharply.

The scalding soup threatened to spill onto Logan's swaddled form. Panic surged through me, and before I could react, she pried open my jaw and forced several mouthfuls down.

From behind, she pulled out a small bottle of pills, crushed two, and stuffed them into Logan's mouth.

My eyes went white with rage. "Christina! What did you feed my son?!"

Logan's soft coos immediately turned into hoarse wails, then grew faint.

"Bryson gave them to me to teach you a lesson. As for your son… if he doesn't wake in two hours, he's done for."

In this life, I had already agreed to divorce Bryson. Christina wasn't dead. Bryson wouldn't allow harm to come this far.

I tried to force the pills back up through my throat. "Christina, if you want to fight, fight me!"

But the drugs acted quickly. My limbs went weak, and she seized the opportunity to shove a group of drunken vagrants inside.

"Selene, tomorrow, everyone will know you're the one who cheated, and then Bryson can rightfully marry me! Even divorced, you still hold him back. You and your bastard child deserve to die!"

Men lunged at me, lecherous eyes flashing, and the iron bed clanged under the impact.

I bit my tongue, using the metallic taste to cling to my last shreds of reason.

Turning my head, I saw Christina pinching Logan's tiny fingers into the iron bars.

Logan screamed, struggling for air. My nerves snapped.

I shoved the drunk men aside and grabbed her by the throat. "Give me the antidote!"

At the standoff's peak, the door to the confinement room suddenly burst open. Bryson kicked it wide, stepping in without hesitation.

He shoved me aside with a single kick. Christina collapsed against him, sobbing.

"Bryson, she locked me up and tried to strangle me to cover it up!"

Bryson's gaze was a blade.

"Selene, you disgust me!"

I stared at him in disbelief, shivering as if plunged into an ice cellar.

He knew her schemes inside and out, every flaw was exposed—yet, like in my previous life, he had stood by her.

Seeing Logan foam at the mouth, my remaining sanity shattered.

Tears streaming, I fell to my knees.

"Please… save our child, Bryson. I beg you."

He crouched in front of me, holding a confession form.

"Sign it. Apologize publicly. The broadcast microphone is on."

Moments later, distorted voices echoed across the entire town.

"I am Selene Harper. I admit that out of jealousy, I spread rumors, falsely accusing Christina Floyd of infidelity…"

When I finished, Bryson nodded faintly and extended his hand to Christina.

"That's enough. The antidote."

I fed Logan the cure. Just as I was about to leave, Bryson spoke again.

"Take Logan to the hospital for a couple of days. Your luggage is outside. I'll make sure he has the best doctors…"

I didn't respond. I brushed past his shoulder, clutching Logan and lifting our luggage.

The last tear slid down my cheek.

'Goodbye, Bryson. May our paths never, ever cross again.'

The train whistle pierced the sky. I held Logan tight as we boarded the train to Odell City.