“In the first lifetime, you and Mr. Lancaster were a deeply devoted couple. You had an amazing relationship, incredibly happy. You would hold hands even just walking the dog, so sweet and affectionate. In the sixth month of your marriage, you accompanied him abroad to sign a contract, and you were caught in a terrorist attack.”
“You took a bullet for him and died in his arms. It was even in the news back then. The headline was—You Died in the Year He Loved You Most.”
I had been listening with extreme skepticism, waiting to see what nonsense Verna would spout. But as her words fell, a sudden chill washed over me, and my fists clenched tightly.
What Verna said… it matched what Steven had told me.
—“Zephyra, I’m obsessed with our past. With you dying to save me, making me remember you, telling me I wasn't allowed to forget, not allowed to love anyone else. If I had known you would stop loving me, I never would have gotten involved with you.”
If she and Steven hadn't coordinated their stories, if this wasn't some elaborate act, then it meant it was true.
There was a time when Steven and I were good together.
Then why, if he loved me in the first life, did he treat me so horribly in the next?
Verna’s voice continued beside me. “The world restarted. By the time my memory returned, you two had been married for four years. This was your second lifetime. Mr. Lancaster’s memory returned slower than mine, and your relationship during those years was not good.”
“But because… he was very good to me, persistent, always granting my requests, I didn’t understand it at first. It wasn’t until Horace suddenly died and the entire world’s trajectory fell into chaos that I realized Mr. Lancaster and I were… he was supposed to be good to me, to be with me!”
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