Before heading out on her undercover mission, my daughter Anna Stone left me a farewell letter.

My husband, Wayne Stone, who adores her, reads it and immediately posts her photo on Instagram. His caption reads, "I heard Anna's on a mission. Let's see how many drug dens she'll take down this time."

Anna's devoted husband, Gabriel Morrison, barely glances at the letter before dropping her exact location online.

Anna's twin brother, Casper Stone, has always been inseparable from her. However, after reading the letter, he goes straight to the drug dealers and brings them to her.

Anna's cover is blown, the mission fails, and all 37 officers are wiped out without a trace.

I collapse in despair, lashing out at them with desperate questions, only to be bound and sent to Mirewick, a notorious criminal den.

When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day Anna sets out on her mission.

It wasn't until I saw the message that my daughter, Anna Stone, had posted in the family group chat that it truly hit me. I'd been given a second chance at life.

The message she had sent read, "There's a letter in the safe. If I'm not back in a week, make sure you open it."

My heart skipped a beat as memories from my past life surged back all at once. This wasn't just any letter; it was a farewell letter.

Out of curiosity, my husband, Wayne Stone, opened the letter. He'd always adored Anna and, the moment he read it, his expression hardened.

That same day, he uploaded a photo of her to Instagram with the caption, "I heard Anna's on a mission. Let's see how many drug dens she'll take down this time."

I froze in disbelief when I saw the post.

As I clutched my phone and yelled at him, "Anna's on a drug bust! Do you even realize how dangerous this is? You exposed her mission for the world to see! Were you hoping she wouldn't come back alive?"

I lunged for his phone to delete the post, but he slapped me. In our 30 years of marriage, he'd never raised his voice at me, let alone raised a hand. This was the first.

Wayne's eyes were dark and merciless, as if he wanted to rip me limb from limb. "You idiot! What makes you think you can question me? Do you think I'm still unaware of everything she's done?"

Bewildered, I reached for the farewell letter, but Wayne snatched it away.

Desperate, I called my son-in-law, Gabriel Morrison.

He adored Anna more than anything. The last time she went on a mission, a trafficker had stabbed her in the thigh. He hadn't left her side for a full week at the hospital, never going home.

The moment he heard what had happened, he was instantly on my side. "Wayne! What you're doing could get Anna killed and put her whole team in danger!"

Gabriel, who'd always respected Wayne, punched him squarely in the face. He snatched Wayne's phone, ready to take down the Instagram post.

Wayne scrambled to his feet, yelling, "Check this out first!"

It was the farewell letter again.

Gabriel swayed on his feet after reading it. The phone and the letter slipped from his fingers, landing on the floor.

"Wayne, you did the right thing. If Anna's bold enough to pull this, she'll have to face the consequences!" he spat, his voice cold and steely.

Gabriel and Anna had each other's locations pinned. Without hesitation, he posted her location online. Then, he posted it alongside all of her achievements over the years on foreign sites, stirring up a swarm of enemies.

Anna's twin brother, Casper Stone, was seething. They had always been inseparable since birth.

He jumped into his car, intent on taking Wayne and Gabriel straight to the police station. "What are you guys doing? If anything happens to Anna, I'll personally see to it that you end up in jail!"

The thought of Anna possibly being harmed after her identity was exposed twisted my stomach into knots.

However, just as Casper had settled into his car, Wayne pressed his head down onto the steering wheel. "Calm down! Read what Anna wrote in her letter first!"

After reading the letter, Casper turned to me too. Tears glimmered in his eyes, and there was a hard edge of hatred too.

I panicked, asking him to show me the letter, but he shredded it right before me. "Mom, let's go home. Stop making a scene."

I demanded answers, my voice rising hysterically, but they restrained me and locked me up.

Then, one day, devastating news arrived. Drug lords had killed Anna and her 37 teammates.

I cried as I confronted them, wishing I could drag them down with me. However, they felt no remorse.

Worse, they actually handed me over to other drug lords. Even in death, I found no peace.

This time, I'd protect Anna at all costs.

What exactly had she written in that farewell letter?

Wayne replied immediately in the family group chat, "Okay, sweetheart. I'll be home in five minutes. We'll wait for you."

Five minutes.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down quickly. Right now, the only thing that mattered was getting hold of that farewell letter.

I faked Anna's handwriting, simply wrote a few lines on a piece of paper, and quickly swapped it for the real letter in the safe. No matter what, Wayne, Gabriel, and Casper could never see what Anna had written.

I'd just hidden the letter on me when I heard the door click shut. My chest tightened as I stepped out of the room, only to run straight into Wayne.

"Babe, quick, let's see what Anna wrote to us," he said. The worry etched on his face made my skin prickle.

I pointed casually. "Go ahead. Read it yourself."

Without another word, I dashed to the master bathroom. I was even completely oblivious when the maid, Barbara Fielder, bumped into me.

This time, I had to be the first to read what Anna's farewell letter said.

I reached into my pocket for the letter, only to find it empty. "Where's the letter?"

I frantically searched through my clothes, but the letter was nowhere to be found.

Sweat was beading on my forehead. With no other choice, I flung open the door and rushed outside to look for it.

The moment I pushed open Anna's bedroom door, I saw Wayne holding a letter. His face was stormy, and his eyes were bloodshot.

I swayed slightly. How could he have seen that letter? I was certain I had taken it.

"W-Wayne, what are you looking at?" I asked.

Just then, Barbara came up with a grin. "Mrs. Stone, I just took that from your pocket. I thought it might be a love letter, so I handed it to Mr. Stone."

I stared at her, stunned, words failing me.

Wayne's voice was cold as he ground out through clenched teeth, "You can leave."

Barbara made a sound of acknowledgment and stepped back immediately.

I forced myself to steady my nerves and walked over, keeping my tone casual. "Why the sudden seriousness? Let me see what Anna wrote."

I reached for the farewell letter, but Wayne's hand clamped down on mine.

"What's going on? I have the right to see what Anna wrote, too!" I said.

His gaze crawled over me. "Don't. Once you see it, you'll never forget."

I stared at him, refusing to look away.

Sure enough, he pulled out his phone and scoffed. "Anna? A hero? What a joke!"

Wayne opened Instagram and found a picture of Anna. Then, he typed out a caption, the same as in my past life.

As events began to unfold just like before, I snatched his phone away while he wasn't looking, planning to hurl it out the window.

"Lara! Are you out of your mind?" Before I could even toss the phone, Wayne grabbed my hair from behind and yanked me back with brute force. Then, he snatched the phone and shoved me to the floor.

"You idiot! Are you trying to get our whole family killed?" he yelled.

My knees hit the floor hard, the pain lancing through me. I forced myself to my feet, tears spilling uncontrollably.

"No! Don't post it! Wayne, if you go through with this, you'll endanger Anna and everyone on her mission!" I pleaded.

Wayne had said that Anna's mission was a drug bust. In my past life, Wayne, along with Gabriel and Casper, had caused the deaths of 37 people. Every single officer had fallen into the hands of the drug lords. Their bones were shattered one by one, leaving no intact remains.

Wayne stared at me without a flicker of emotion, even forcing me to watch as he hit "post".

"Lara, you'll thank me for this someday," he said.

I shivered uncontrollably.

Suddenly, I remembered what I'd heard when I was sent to the drug lords in my past life. "Luckily, one of us got into that officer's father's Instagram and saw his post. Otherwise, we'd have ended up in her hands for sure."

A chill ran through me. Gritting my teeth, I threw myself at Wayne once more with all my strength.

However, he grabbed my neck, his voice slow and deliberate. "Everything I've done is for our family. Don't push me."

His grip cut off my air, and my head was pounding. Just as I was about to give up, someone came home. "Lara? Wayne? Are you here? Anna's been acting so secretive. What did she leave behind?"

At that, Wayne finally released me.

I crumpled to the floor, clutching my neck, gasping for air.

Gabriel froze for a beat as he came in, then immediately helped me to my feet. "Wayne! What the hell are you doing? How could you lay a hand on her?"

Gabriel had been one of the murderers in my past life, yet now he was the only one I could turn to. I clung to his hand desperately.

"Anna's on a mission. She's probably undercover. Wayne just posted her photo on Instagram. Get it down, quick!"

Gabriel's eyes widened, and he shot to his feet. "What? Wayne, hand over your phone! Anna's your daughter. Do you want her dead?"

Wayne sneered, showing not the slightest trace of remorse. "You'd have done the same if you were in my place."

Gabriel clenched his jaw, and fury drove his fist toward Wayne's face without a word.

Wayne staggered back, dodging by a step, but he couldn't withstand the sheer force of a man in his prime.

Gabriel wrenched the phone from his hand and deleted the Instagram post. "I've looked up to you all these years, and this is what you do? Anna's a police officer! We should be standing with her, not against her!"

Relief washed over me the moment the post vanished, but it lasted only a breath before I cried out hoarsely, "You've cherished Anna all these years! Why would you do this when she's staring death in the face? What could her death possibly give you?"

Bruises mottled Wayne's face. He pushed himself to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the veins at his temple throbbing with rage.

"You idiot! You'll drag the whole family into the grave!" he yelled.

The memory of Anna's death, and my own in my past life, sent violent tremors through me. If I couldn't change the ending this time, I'd sooner see the whole family follow Anna into the grave. Even in the afterlife, I'd find out what was in that farewell letter.

I shot Wayne a cold glare. "If Anna comes to any harm, you'll pay with your life!"

We were still locked in a furious clash when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught Gabriel's gaze falling on the farewell letter. A chill shot through me.

I tried to lunge for it, but the legs I'd hurt in my fight with Wayne buckled beneath me, and I crashed to the floor.

"Gabriel, don't. Hand me the letter," I pleaded.

I pushed myself up through the pain, desperate to stop him, but I was too late. He had already read it.