+Reborn 99 Times for Love
My boyfriend died in a plane crash. I missed his last call before he died.
He left me a voicemail.
“Harriet, they said I should leave my final words. I just want to tell you I will always love you.”
Because of this, I made a deal with the system.
I entered endless cycles in worlds and died 99 times.
In return, I gained the chance to turn back time.
This time, I saved him.
But I never expected he only faked his death for his first love.
Chapter 1
I sat on the sofa, breathing heavily. My mind was blank.
“Harriet, the plane is about to take off. I have to go now,” Bradley Moore said.
He stood by the door, dragging his suitcase while putting on his shoes.
I snapped out of my daze and looked at him.
In an instant, my mind became clear.
I shouted, “Don’t go.”
Bradley flinched in surprise. “You scared me. Stop messing around. I’ll be late.”
Ignoring my words, he opened the door to leave.
I jumped up and rushed to block the door. I would not let him leave no matter what.
Bradley’s expression turned anxious. He tried to move my hands away.
He said, “Harriet, stop joking. That performance is very important. I can’t be late.”
I shook my head and gripped the door handle tightly.
Bradley paced in front of the door, growing more frustrated. Time passed slowly.
He kept making phone calls, while I looked at him intently.
“I can’t leave the house right now. I don’t know what is going on with her today,” he said over the phone, glancing at me.
I didn’t register a word he said. I just focused on stopping him.
When the clock struck noon, I finally exhaled in relief. Bradley slammed his suitcase on the ground.
“Great! The plane has taken off. Are you happy now?” he huffed.
I leaned against the wall, exhausted but relieved.
I had succeeded. I had saved him.
Bradley clenched his fists, snorted, and walked away.
11:59 AM
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After he left, I collapsed on the sofa. My legs were weak, but I smiled.
I had saved him.
Those 99 deaths in the small worlds were not in vain.
Bradley stayed in his study all day.
At night, I made his favorite dishes and went to the study door.
Just as I was about to knock, I heard voices inside.
“What should we do now?” Bradley asked. “I was ready to fake my death in the plane crash and disappear. Everything was set. But that crazy
woman wouldn’t let me leave the house.”
The person on the other end of the phone said something to calm him down.
Bradley’s voice softened. “I can’t wait to be with you, Amber.”
I couldn’t hear the rest.
My mind was blank, replaying his words.
He talked about faking his death.
It sounded like he hadn’t died from the crash in the last life.
I wondered if that was his plan to be with Amber Shaw.
My blood ran cold. The truth hit me hard.
I covered my mouth with my right hand, afraid I’d scream.
My left hand dug into my palm, the pain keeping me conscious.
Staggering, I turned to leave.
“Who’s there?” Bradley called out.
