Back to The Arms of The Husband I Once Killed

"Huh, you've got a lot of nerve asking me something like that," Nathan replied, staring at his wife with obvious displeasure.

Elz was still confused by everything that had happened. It all felt like déjà vu. She could vividly remember drowning in the ocean during her honeymoon with Nathan, but that was impossible. Nathan had clearly died because she had secretly mixed medication into his drinks every single day, worsening his autoimmune disease.

"I'll call the doctor!" the petite maid exclaimed before hurriedly leaving the room.

"What kind of dream did you have last night that made you think you already had a child and that I was dead?" Nathan asked, gripping both sides of the hospital bed as he leaned toward her. His tall, imposing figure made Elz feel intimidated.

She stared at him nervously, completely bewildered by what she was experiencing.

A few moments later, the doctor entered the room.

"Could you two give us a moment?" the male doctor requested.

Nathan and the petite maid left the room, leaving Elz alone with the doctor.

"What exactly happened to you?" he asked.

"I have a son. His name is Kenny. We were poisoned, and then our house was burned down," Elz recalled, her voice trembling. "After that... I don't know what happened."

"Are you sure it wasn't a dream?"

"It wasn't a dream. I'm certain it really happened."

"All right."

The doctor performed a routine physical examination, wrote a few notes in her medical chart, and then quietly left the room.

Elz remained restless, unable to make sense of what was happening to her.

What happened...? Could God really have given me a second chance? Elz wondered, her mind racing.

Several days later, Nathan arranged for her discharge from the hospital and drove her home. The moment they arrived, Elz froze in shock.

It was their house.

The very same house that Adrian and Vanesha had burned down.

Yet it stood perfectly intact, without the slightest trace of fire.

Elz remained silent, her mind in complete chaos.

Had everything been nothing more than a dream? Had I only imagined marrying Adrian and giving birth to a son named Kenny?

Nathan escorted her to their bedroom before leaving.

Elz slowly looked around the room. Every piece of furniture and every decoration was exactly where it had been when she was still living with Nathan.

After a while, she stepped outside and walked toward the living room.

There, she accidentally overheard Nathan talking to her personal maid.

"The doctor said she's suffering from delusions," Nathan said. "She's convinced that I died and that she has a son named Kenny."

"Perhaps Madam hit her head when she fell into the sea, Sir," the petite maid replied.

Nathan fell silent.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened.

Elz turned around in panic, only to find Nathan staring at her with a puzzled expression.

"Why are you so afraid of me?" Nathan asked coldly.

"I-I..."

Elz looked confused herself.

"The doctor said you might need psychiatric treatment," Nathan said. "Ck. We just got married, and now you've suddenly gone insane."

Elz lowered her head without saying a word.

Nathan had always been a cold man.

He walked toward her, lifted her chin with one hand, and forced her to meet his gaze.

"I could forgive you if you've truly lost your mind," he said in a chilling voice. "But if you genuinely wanted me dead, I will never forgive you."

Elz secretly breathed a sigh of relief after Nathan finally released her and left the room.

Perhaps it was better if Nathan believed she had lost her mind.

Elz lay down to rest.

A few moments later, the petite maid knocked on the door.

"Yes?" Elz called.

"Madam, your younger sister is here to visit you."

"Vanesha?" Elz murmured, her eyes widening.

She still remembered the vicious slap that woman had given her.

Not long afterward, the bedroom door opened.

"Elz! Elz, you're okay, right?" Vanesha cried dramatically, pretending to be worried. "I was so scared when I heard you fell into the sea and nearly drowned!"

  "Get out, you bitch!" Elz shouted.