My Daughter’s Death Drove Me to Madness

My five-year-old daughter accidentally fell into the swimming pool while she was playing in the yard.

I stood frozen as I watched helplessly, unable to do anything while she drowned before my eyes.

In my previous life, when this happened, I quickly jumped into the pool and pulled her out as fast as I could. After that, I rushed her to the hospital for a full checkup.

While the doctor was still examining her, my husband suddenly appeared at the hospital.

Without any warning, he slapped me hard across the face and shouted, "Why did you kill our daughter? She’s only five!"

I was so stunned by his words and actions that I could not say anything. Before I could recover, the doctor came out with my daughter's body.

She told us that my daughter had passed away because their efforts to save her had failed.

Other than that, she also told us that before my daughter died, she kept saying that I had pushed her into the swimming pool.

The police later checked the surveillance cameras from our yard. To my horror, the footage indeed showed me pushing my own daughter into the pool.

I was arrested and sent to prison, hated by everyone. In prison, I was beaten so badly that I eventually died.

Even after my death, I could not understand. Why did my daughter die at the hospital when I had already saved her?

And why did the video show me doing something I knew I did not do?

But then, when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment when my daughter fell into the swimming pool.

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"Mom, help! Save me!"

My daughter's frightened cries pierced through my dreams, jolting me awake.

I turned my head quickly and I saw my daughter was struggling in the swimming pool. Her small voice called out to me in panicas her hands slapped desperately against the water.

This scene felt painfully familiar.

It made my head spin.

Without wasting a second, I dashed forward, my body moving on instinct as I prepared to leap into the water to save her.

However, just as I reached the edge of the pool, my feet came to an abrupt stop, refusing to take another step.

In my previous life, I had done the same thing. I immediately pulled my daughter out of the pool.

She had only swallowed a bit of water and seemed perfectly fine after the rescue.

There was nothing visibly wrong.

Still, I had worried about her health, afraid she might catch a cold or have some unseen injury. So, to be safe, I took her to the hospital for a detailed checkup.

But it was at the hospital that everything went horribly wrong.

My daughter suddenly and inexplicably passed away.

Despite doing nothing wrong, I was labeled as a murderer and a heartless, evil mother.

The world turned on me and I was sent to prison and beaten to death.

Looking back on everything that happened, it still felt like an unexpected nightmare.

It had all happened so fast, leaving me no time to think or react properly. But now, as I reflected on it, I could not shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

Just as I pondered, my phone buzzed with a WhatsApp notification from my husband andrew Prescott. [Honey, Lila hasn’t been feeling well lately. Doctor Ruby mentioned that she shouldn’t touch cold water. Please take extra care.]

[Thank you for looking after our daughter. I’ll bring you a gift when I return from the project. Love you.]

This was the same message he had sent in my previous life, arriving at exactly the same moment.

My fingers trembled slightly as I held the phone.

In my previous life, It was because of this message that I rushed to take Lila to the hospital for a checkup.

But now, staring at the same warm and caring words, I felt nothing but a cold shiver run down my spine.

How could the timing of this be so perfect?

"Mom, hurry... save me..."

My daughter’s desperate cries for help continued to echo.

Still, I resisted the urge to save my daughter.

Instead of rushing in, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I remembered well, the number of Ruby Delaney, the doctor who had examined Lila in my previous life and who was also my closest friend.

"Clara, what's wrong?"

The call connected quickly and I heard Ruby’s familiar, concerned voice on the other end.

I pushed down my emotions and kept my tone steady as I asked, "Ruby, are you at the hospital right now?"

Ruby answered immediately, "Yes, I'm on duty today."

After saying that, she added, "What's going on? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ruby and I had been friends for more than ten years. She knew so well that my body was weak, so she always took good care of me.

I still remembered how, during the college entrance exam, I had suffered a sudden bout of appendicitis. The pain was so unbearable that I had to lie down on the table.