My heart monitor emitted a piercing siren, like a sharp funeral dirge.

Through my blurry, tear-filled eyes, I saw my husband, Chen Yan, being tightly held in the arms of my "best friend," Bai Lu.

Bai Lu cried, her face streaked with tears: "Yan, what should we do? We didn't mean to, I just wanted to play a joke on my sister..."

Chen Yan gently patted her back, his voice softer than I'd ever heard before: "It's not your fault, it's just that her body couldn't take it. Silly girl, don't cry, from now on, you're all I have."

He didn't even glance at me again, as if the one convulsing and dying on the hospital bed wasn't his wife of five years, but an obstructive piece of old furniture.

A powerful hatred gripped my throat, more suffocating than a heart attack. If... if I could do it all over again...

My consciousness sank completely into darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back five years ago, the day before Chen Yan's mother was preparing for her grand birthday banquet. This time, I wouldn't let her have her way.