I had returned to the time two weeks before the zombie outbreak!
Jagger... I had loved him since I was young, and in the previous life, he married me reluctantly after a drunken mistake led to my pregnancy.
This made him resent me deeply.
In my last life, I endured everything just to be with him, even though I knew he kept his beloved Emma on the side.
After our marriage, my life turned into that of a housemaid.
He barely even looked at me, even though I was pregnant, let alone accompanied me to any prenatal checkups.
When the apocalypse arrived, he sweet-talked me into buying supplies, but it was all to bring Emma to our new home.
By the time I returned with the supplies, they had locked me out, leaving me to be torn apart by zombies.
The pain of that betrayal, the tearing of my flesh, was still vivid in my memory.
I could still feel the loss of my unborn child.
At this moment.
I looked around the room — this mansion was in one of the most open areas in the city.
No wonder, in my last life, Jagger was so determined to kick me out and bring Emma here.
No.
There must have been a secret in this house that I didn't know about. Otherwise, why would they go to such great lengths to return here?