Blurb：
Trapped in a deadly time loop, **Lucas** fights to survive betrayal by his wife **Melissa Lane**, her unhinged colleague **Victor Clark**, and her toxic obsession with suicidal ex-lover **Ethan Hayes**. After being stabbed repeatedly during a rooftop hostage crisis, Lucas discovers Melissa’s chilling secret: she orchestrated his torture to avenge Ethan’s death. Now reliving the same nightmare, Lucas must expose **Victor’s vengeful scheme** and Melissa’s **twisted double life** while dodging fatal wounds and unraveling dark truths. Will he break the cycle of **psychological manipulation**, **gaslighting**, and **arson-fueled tragedy**, or perish as Melissa’s blade strikes again? A raw, pulse-pounding tale of **dark romance**, **hospital betrayals**, and **deadly resets** where survival demands confronting a wife who loves a ghost more than her husband.
Content：
I have just been discharged after leg surgery when Victor Clark, my wife's former colleague who resents her for taking his position, drags me up to the roof and stabs me repeatedly.My wife, Melissa Lane, is the captain of the rescue unit, yet she is busy mobilizing everyone to stop her depressed first love, Ethan Hayes, from setting his rental apartment on fire.
I don't call her to save me.
In my previous life, I begged her for help. She abandoned Ethan and rushed to rescue me. In the end, I survived while Ethan died in the blaze.
Melissa never blamed me. She said that Ethan got what he deserved and even promised me a surprise for my birthday a week later.
But on my birthday, she drugged me, tied me to a hospital bed, and drove a knife into me again and again.
"You and Victor set me up that day, didn't you? Those stab wounds aren't even serious! You were never going to die! Since you like getting stabbed so much, I'll make it real for you!"
When I open my eyes, I am back to the day Victor took me hostage. This time, I let Melissa go save her first love.
Chapter 1
Blood soaked through my white T-shirt after the fifth stab, and the knife pressed to my neck shook in the wrinkled fist of my wife's former colleague, Victor Clark.
"Call Melissa," he growled.
I hesitated, my face paling, and dialed her number with shaking fingers. "Melissa, Victor has taken me hostage. He stabbed me five times. We're on the rooftop of our apartment building. Please, hurry and get me."
Silence hummed on the line for a beat. When Melissa finally spoke, her voice was colder than I'd imagined.
"What are the odds? You just happen to get stabbed the same day Ethan breaks down and tries to end his life.
"Victor has taken you hostage? I kept our new address under wraps. How would he even know it? Next time you put on a show, try a lie that isn't so paper-thin, will you?"
The coldness in her words made Victor's hatred spike. He applied more force on the knife, and the blade scored a thin, stinging line across my throat.
Terror rattled me from head to toe, but I forced myself to sound calm. "I never tried to stop you from helping Ethan. If you don't believe me, send your people up here to see for themselves—"
"That's enough!" Melissa cut in, sounding impatient. "Drop the act. I don't have time for your drama. I'm going to save Ethan."
I heard her turn away and order the dispatcher, "Flag any calls about a rooftop stabbing as a false report. Don't respond to it, no matter who calls!"
With that, the line went dead.
The loathing in Victor's eyes deepened until it felt like the air itself had thinned.
I hadn't expected Melissa to be this ruthless, and a suffocating hopelessness crashed over me.
Memories from my previous life surged up like a riptide. Victor had held me the same way and stabbed me five times.
I had called Melissa repeatedly until she relented and left Ethan Hayes to come to me. When Ethan found out about it, he snapped. He set his rental apartment on fire and died in the flames.
That night, when I sensed something was amiss and asked if she was angry, Melissa softened toward me for once.
"Honey, how could I be mad at you? Ethan deserved it. Don't overthink it. Your birthday is in a week. I've got a big surprise for you."
She fussed over me day and night after that. I let myself believe that she had finally seen my worth.
On my birthday, she slipped something into my drink and tied me to a hospital bed. With bloodshot eyes, she drove a knife into me again and again, screaming for me to go to hell and pay for Ethan's death.
"It was just a few cuts. You weren't going to die. Why did you have to force me to save you that day? If you hadn't lied about how bad it was, I never would've left. I actually believed you. I was an idiot.
Download the Goodnovell app, Search 【 306206 】reads the whole book.
The End