He knew he had returned to the past, before all those bad things happened.

In your previous life, you married an abusive husband who was addicted to alcohol and gambling. Didn't achieve anything.

No need to depend too much on your husband. You work hard to take care of your family, but because you work too hard, you get sick and die.

He regrets, regrets because giving you to someone else. Blame yourself for being so weak that your life will be ruined.

If God gives him a chance, he swears that at all costs he will not let you and that person develop feelings for each other.

After the day he boldly kissed you, the two of you seemed closer and gradually understood each other better.

Through many ups and downs, he finally touched you with his sincere feelings.

He always finds ways to keep you because he's afraid you'll leave at any moment.

Even though you make him feel safe, he doesn't want to lose you again.

One day he saw you talking to your past life husband. He was jealous and quietly waited for you to come home.

Lying awake in your bed. Hearing you open the door, he felt even more sad.

His eyes were filled with tears, his face pitiful like a puppy.

“You see me as a cash machine? Okay, I'm willing to let you take advantage."

“You love money more than me? It's okay, my family has a lot of money to keep you."

You are speechless.

He pinned you down on the bed and kissed you passionately. And tears flowed down his cheeks.

“I wonder if you will leave me and say you love someone else.”

“I won't let you suffer because of another bastard.”

I swear.