His voice, laced with an indifference that chilled me to the core, echoed in my mind. I hardly believed he was the man I had vowed to spend my life with and the one whose side I had left only in sleep.
In the aftermath of my demise, I believed my soul would wander aimlessly, forever tethered to my daughter's side.
The day my daughter was injured, Henry rushed her to the hospital. Her condition, thankfully, was not grave.
I lingered around the hospital.
In the deep silence of the night, a luminous white light appeared, and from within its glow, an elderly woman emerged.
Her smile was warm and comforting. "Your earthly bonds remain unresolved. Your wrongs have yet to be righted. This is not the time for reincarnation. You must go back."
Upon awakening, I was inexplicably transported back to an era before the divorce cleaved my world apart. The life I had lived seemed like an ephemeral dream. I found myself once again by my daughter's side.
Tears of joy streamed down my face as I held my daughter tightly.
If God had granted me a rebirth, I vowed not to let the villains triumph. Henry would pay for his sins.
The clock struck two in the morning, the hour when destiny's wheel began to turn.