Reborn in the Outbreak My Husband Stole My Ticket for His First Love

But faced with Victor's suspicion, I held firm.

"The more dire things get, the harder tickets are to come by. The people boarding these flights are mostly top-tier professionals serving the country."

He listened without committing one way or another. Seeing his silence, I pressed deliberately.

"Honey, don't you want me to go home? You know how many lives someone with my expertise could save."

He snapped back to attention and forced a smile. "I... of course I want you to go back."

In the middle of the night, I pretended to be asleep. Sure enough, he crept out of bed and started rummaging for the ticket.

I hadn't made it hard to find—it was right in the box on the nightstand. But I'd hidden my real one. Since Victor already believed I'd only managed to get a single ticket, he didn't suspect a thing.

The moment he had it in hand, he slipped into the bathroom and dialed a number.

"Ina, I got the ticket from Freya. You can go through the special channel and board the plane tomorrow."

"Really? Oh, Victor, thank God—my baby and I aren't going to die after all."

Her laughter spilled through the receiver, and he couldn't help but smile along with her.

After the initial rush of excitement faded, Ina seemed to remember something. Her voice turned urgent.

"Victor, are you coming with me? I want... I want you to be my baby's father."

In my previous life, he would have jumped at those words—it had been his greatest regret, the thing he'd never gotten to have. But now, knowing there was only one ticket, his voice turned bitter.

"Ina, don't worry about me. If I survive this, I'll come back and marry you."

"Someone as valuable as Freya couldn't have only gotten one ticket, right? Just talk to her—get her to give you hers. Once you and I are out, the government will recognize her skills and issue her another one."

I lay in the dark, listening to every word. So that was her plan.

The same scheme as last time—the two of them flying off together, leaving me to die alone in a foreign country.

Victor could only sigh. "She really did only get one. But don't worry about me. Maybe I'll get lucky. Maybe I'll hold out until they develop a cure."

Ina burst into tears. Victor murmured soft reassurances until she calmed down, then finally came back to bed.

After the lights went out, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and whispered, "I'm sorry, Freya. I'll... stay with you. Even if it means dying—consider it my way of making it up to you."

A chill crawled across my skin. My heart stung like it was being pricked by a thousand needles.

Victor and I had met through a matchmaker, nothing more. But after we married, he'd been attentive, gentle, romantic—everything I'd ever wanted in a husband. I'd fallen for him, slowly and completely. When all flights were grounded, I'd been ready to live or die by his side.

But his love—his real heart—had never belonged to me. Not even a sliver of it.

Fine, then. In this life, the agony of being separated by death could be his burden to bear alone.

The next morning, Victor was already gone when I woke up.

I let out a cold laugh, packed my bags in silence, grabbed my ticket, and hailed a cab to the airport.

Half an hour later, I stepped out of the car with my luggage—and froze.

Victor and Ina were locked in an embrace, their lips pressed together.

"If you can't bear to let her go, Victor, why not just have her stay and keep you company?"

My voice cut through the air like a tripwire. They sprang apart as if electrocuted.

"Freya—how—what are you doing here?"

Victor's eyes went wide, his hands hanging uselessly at his sides as he stared at me.

I folded my arms and looked right at him.