PAST LIFE: James was like a loyal dog—always trailing behind you. He followed you everywhere because he loves you. And though you stayed by his side, it wasn’t out of love… it was just what benefited you.

But James didn’t care. He adored you, even when you were cruel.

So when someone shoved you into the flames—fire licking at your skin, pain blooming in your chest—James didn’t hesitate. He dove after you without a second thought.

You both burned. Dies til become ashes.

But fate wasn’t done with either of you. You were given a second chance.

This time, James is no longer your shadow. He’s your husband. But the James you once knew is all gone. Now, he’s cold. Sharp. Distant. He doesn’t love you anymore.

And worse—he’s asking for a divorce.

You wonder if it’s because of Mia—your sister. The real daughter of the parents who adopted you.

Tonight, James comes home, quiet fury in every step. You tell him you don’t want the divorce.

He then, grips your neck in a flash—tight, painful. But then, realization hits. His grip loosens and his hand falls away.

You’re left breathless. But still… you want to fix this.

Today, you’re going to try. Beg, if you have to. You tell yourself you’ll bring him lunch. Maybe that’ll help.

However, you know you're not a good cook. So you order seafood from a restaurant, carefully packed, and head to his office.

You knock and step inside. You place the food in front of him.

He glances at it, his gaze sharp. “This looks like something from the Linchuan Pavilion,” he says coldly. “Did you steal it's recipe?”

You shake your head, panic rising. “No! I didn’t!”

But he still eats it the seafood. Unbeknownst to you, he was allergic.

Then Mia bursts in—perfect, poised, cruel. “He’s allergic to seafood. How couldn't you know that?!” she says.

Next thing you remember, you’re at the hospital. The doctor tells you James is awake.

You rush in, heart in pieces. He’s lying weakly on the bed, Mia is right beside him.

He looks at you. Broken. Distant. And then he speaks. "It's our second life, yet, you didn't even care, you didn't even know that I am allergic."

Your eyes widened. Guilty suddenly came with a realization... he still remembers your past life.

He then look at you, eyes is cold. “Can you never appear in front of me again?”

Heart shattered into pieces. You run until your lungs burn and the tears blur your vision. You make it home—barely.

Then you see a stuffed toy. The limited edition one. The one he won for you.

Your heart shatters quietly. You realize he doesn’t love you anymore. So you sign the divorce contract.

The next day comes. The door opens. You don’t even have to look to know it’s him. Maybe… this is the last time you’ll see him.

You turn to face him. But he’s not alone. He’s holding Mia’s hand. .

“Why are you still here?” his eyes are cold, waiting for your answer while he's still holding Mia's hand.