The day our child died, my husband, Henderson, showed not a trace of sadness. The day after the funeral, I saw him with another woman. She was… my child’s tutor and the very person responsible for his death.
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I traveled back in time with the help of a sorcerer to save my child. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself seven years in the past—on the day after the night I conceived my child.
“Henderson. Forget what happened last night. You and I will never meet again.”
I left everything behind, planning to live quietly with my child…
“Honey, help me.”
A handsome stranger I had never seen before approached me, calling me “honey.”
Why was that?
“I want to be the father of your child.”
“…”
“You’re the only woman in my life.”
This man, who kept expressing his heartfelt confessions, wouldn’t leave my side. Was it okay to love someone who felt both familiar and suspicious?
Then, unexpectedly, I encountered Henderson again, the man I thought I’d never see.
“This child… He looks a lot like me.”
Would I be able to protect my child from Henderson?
No, could I find happiness with my child, the ultimate reason for my return to the past?
