On our wedding anniversary, I did not say a word to my husband. I simply booked a plane ticket and left town on a business trip with my supervisor.

He grabbed my arm, anger blazing in his eyes. "It's our anniversary, and you're spending it with someone else? Have you lost your mind?"

I frowned, impatient, and shook him off. Without another glance, I got into the car heading for the airport.

In my previous life, everything had started with his so-called first love. After multiple abortions, her uterine lining had become too thin for her to ever carry a child. So, she stole one.

When the child's parents tried to take their baby back, she hit the gas, knocking them to the ground and killing them.

However, when the truth came out, the police arrested me.

I protested my innocence. I appealed. I even demanded a public trial.

In response, they produced dashcam footage that clearly showed me abducting the child and running down the parents.

To make matters worse, my fingerprints were found inside the car.

I was completely shattered. Convicted on the spot, I was sentenced to death. My parents, unable to bear the shock, both fell ill and passed away soon after.

After my death, my husband remarried in grand fashion, with his beloved 'first love' by his side. Together, they even adopted the very stolen child, becoming a couple everyone praised as perfect.

Only then did I understand.

It had all been their scheme.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day it all began.

"Babe, where are you going today?"

Wesley Snyder's eyes flickered with panic the moment he saw me packing. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed the handle of my suitcase.

"Did you forget what day it is?

"I already bought all the groceries. What kind of stunt is this?"

I slowly lifted my head. Sweat was already beading on Wesley's forehead.

"Our one-year anniversary. I know," I said calmly. "However, the company just called me in for a business trip. I don't have a choice."

He smacked his lips, then tugged on my arm like a kid trying to get his way.

"You have to leave tonight?

"Can't you ask for a day off? Say something came up? This is our first anniversary. It matters..."

"No." I cut him off, my patience gone. I yanked my suitcase free and pulled it past him.

His hand froze in midair. The smile on his face faded, and when he looked at me again, there was something darker in his eyes. Something bitter.

When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse. "You really have to go, don't you?

"Fine. Nevaeh. If you walk out that door today, we're getting divorced."

I turned, disgust curling in my chest, and shot him a glance. "Sure."

Then, I pulled the door open and stepped out. At the same time, my ride-share driver called me.

"You're at the entrance? Okay, I'll be right there." I slammed the door behind me, cutting off Wesley's shouting completely.

The moment I got into the car, my phone rang again: Wesley.

I answered, holding the phone slightly away from my ear as his voice exploded through the speaker. "Our anniversary, and you're going off with someone else? Are you insane?

"Or is there someone else already? Nevaeh, if you don't come back right now, we're getting divorced!"

I moved the phone even farther away, then hung up. Just to be safe, I blocked his number. Then, I blocked every other way he had to contact me.

Only when my phone finally went silent did I let out a long, heavy breath.

I already knew how that day would end.

In my previous life, on that exact day, everything had been arranged by Wesley. We stayed home and celebrated our anniversary together.

That night, just before I fell asleep, I accidentally overheard him on the phone with Lily Baker.

Lily was the one he could never have, the woman he never got over. They had been forced apart by his mother, all because Lily could not have children.

Later, when Wesley married me, he confessed about everything. He told me about Lily. He swore to me, over and over, that he would cut her off completely. That I would be the only one he loved.

"You can relax," he had said on the phone.

"I've already arranged everything.

"Don't be afraid. Just get a good night's sleep. By tomorrow, the police will have her in custody, and everything will be settled."

Hearing those words, an icy unease had crept into my chest. However, I said nothing. I told myself I was overthinking it. I wish I had trusted that feeling.

The next morning, several police officers knocked on my door.

"Are you Nevaeh?"

I nodded, confused. "Yes… Did something happen?"

"You are suspected of involvement in a serious murder case. Please come with us."

As they spoke, they moved to put handcuffs on me. I stumbled back, panic surging through me.

"What are you talking about? When did I kill anyone?"

The way they looked at me turned sharp, almost hostile.

"Last night, you broke into a family's home and kidnapped their newborn baby.

"To silence them, you ran over the parents when they tried to take the child back. You even drove over their bodies multiple times.

"Nevaeh Charlton, you are under arrest."

Before I could react, two officers twisted my arms behind my back.

"I'm innocent!" I shouted. "Last night I was at home with my husband. We were celebrating our anniversary!

"I didn't go anywhere. If you don't believe me, ask my husband!"

Wesley looked at me, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. However, when he spoke, his tone was strange. Detached.

"Nevaeh… I drank too much last night. I don't know where you went.

"I only remember that when you came back, you smelled like blood.

"If you did something wrong, you should just go with the police."

His words slammed into me like a final verdict. Like nails driven into a coffin.

"It was Lily, wasn't it?" I shouted, my voice breaking. "You planned this together. You set me up to take the fall!"

My words made Wesley tense up. "What are you talking about?

"The police are already here, and you're still denying it?"

I was locked up at the station. A week later, the trial began, and I kept insisting I was innocent. I begged over and over to appeal. However, the police pulled out the footage: the key evidence that sealed my fate.

"The dashcam clearly recorded the entire process of Nevaeh committing the murders."

On the screen was my face, twisted and icy, my eyes filled with something vicious. I was even muttering under my breath, "Anyone who tries to take what's mine deserves to die."

Then, I slammed on the gas. The couple chasing after me dropped to the ground instantly. Blood splattered across the windshield. However, I did not stop. I reversed the car and drove over them again.

Again.

And again.

I only drove away after their bodies were crushed beyond recognition.

As if that was not enough, the car was covered in my fingerprints.

The case was too brutal. Too shocking. The judge had sentenced me to death on the spot.

Even up to the moment of my death, I could not understand one thing: why was it my face in that dashcam footage?

After I died, Wesley publicly announced that he would adopt the baby.

"I'll make up for Nevaeh's mistakes," he said.

My parents collapsed under the weight of public shame and hatred.

Wesley? He was praised across the internet.

Maybe even the heavens thought my death was unjust, so I was given another chance.

A second life.

This time, I would avoid the trap. Find the truth.

At the airport, I quickly met up with my supervisor, Joseph Brooks. We went over contract details during the flight.

That night, we met the client, had dinner together, and checked into the same hotel.

Early the next morning, I suddenly received a notice from the police.

A small part of me held onto hope.

This time, I was not even there. They could not possibly pin it on me again.

However, I was wrong. The police took me in anyway.

Before we even reached the station, a crowd rushed toward us. Every single person was holding something in their hands. Some had sticks. Some had signs. The way they looked at me, it was like they wanted me dead right there.

"It's her! She's the one who killed Mr. Long and his wife and stole their baby!"

"Where's the child? Give the child back!"

The officers quickly stepped in front of me, trying to calm the crowd.

It did not work. There were too many of them. Some people were even holding banners high above their heads.

"If the police don't execute her on the spot, you're protecting a murderer!"

"She crushed their bodies into pulp! Someone like her deserves to die!"

"She's a danger to society! Why haven't you declared her death already?"

"Death is too easy for her! If you won't do anything, hand her over to us!"

Every word they shouted pressed down on the police.

In that moment, I realized something was very, very wrong. "I didn't kill anyone!"

At first, when the police contacted me, I thought they just needed a statement. However, it was clear. This was something else entirely.

The moment I spoke, the crowd erupted. Someone spat at me in disgust.

"Stop pretending! Where's the baby? Hand him over now!"

"You killed them! You should pay for it! Even dying a hundred times wouldn't be enough!"

They moved closer, step by step, their emotions spiraling out of control. Their voices shook the air.

I was trapped in the middle, a chill racing up my spine, my scalp prickling with fear. "How can you prove it was me? I didn't kill anyone!"

As soon as I finished speaking, one of the officers looked at me calmly.

He pulled out his phone and opened the dashcam footage.

I looked. What I saw made my blood run icy.

"Look carefully. That's your face, isn't it, Nevaeh?

"And you're still denying it?"

My whole body trembled. "How is this possible?"

A familiar voice came from behind me.

"Nevaeh, I never thought you could be this cruel."

I turned. Wesley was striding toward me, his face full of anger.

Right behind him was Lily, her head lowered, her expression shy and soft.

My pupils tightened as I watched the two of them approach.

Wesley looked regretful as he spoke to the crowd.

"The real killer is my wife. Yesterday was supposed to be our wedding anniversary.

"I begged her to stay home, but she insisted on going out."

He shook his head helplessly. "She killed someone. I share the blame.

"If I hadn't let her leave, none of this would have happened."

His performance worked. The crowd instantly leaned toward him.

"Nevaeh, I just finished giving my statement," he said, looking at me. "You should confess."

I let out an icy laugh. My sharp gaze shifted past him and landed on Lily.

"I didn't kill anyone. Why would I confess?

"The real murderer is Lily. What does this have to do with me?

"Last night, I was on a business trip..."

"You're lying!" A sharp female voice cut me off. Lily glared at me, anger flashing in her eyes.

Everyone turned to look at her.

"Nevaeh, you're lying!

"Yesterday, I saw you getting cozy with another man. When I caught you, you didn't even feel ashamed!

"And now, in front of the police and the victims' family, you're trying to frame me?"

She pulled out her phone and held it up.

There was a photo on the screen. A picture of me kissing a man.

"You all see this, right? I'm not lying!

"I have proof!"

I could not help but sneer. If she could fake dashcam footage, forging a photo like that would be nothing.

The crowd stirred again.

"Unbelievable. Not only is she vicious, but she's shameless, too."

"She has a husband and still cheats? That's disgusting."

Then, my husband joined them. His face was full of pain as he leaned weakly against Lily's shoulder.

"Nevaeh, I never thought you could do something like this.

"You cheated on me. Do you even have a conscience?"

Then he grabbed the officer's hand tightly. "Officer, you have to stand up for me!

"The reason Nevaeh stole the baby is that she can't have children!"

My heart skipped. I looked at Wesley, a mocking glint in my eyes.

Under the crowd's questioning stares, he hesitated for a moment, then continued.

"When we got married, I already knew Nevaeh couldn't get pregnant because of a medical condition."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of murmurs spread through the crowd.

"Man, you knew she couldn't have kids and still married her? That's dedication."

"Officer, isn't that a motive? You already have evidence. Arrest her now!"

Even though I had lived through this once before, facing it again still made panic rise in my chest.

"I have witnesses and evidence that prove I didn't commit the murder!"

My voice rang out, loud and firm. The noisy crowd fell silent. Even the officers frowned as they looked at me.

"We've already checked your flight records," one of them said. "They show you went to Avalon City early yesterday morning.

"The crime happened at nine last night.

"How do you plan to rule out your involvement?"