Second Chance: Her First Love Over Me Chapter 1

After the crash, dying, I didn’t call my wife—the chief of surgery. I waited calmly for the ambulance.

In my last life, she answered first, rushed to save me with a top medical team. Later, I learned who was in the other car: her first love, the one who got away.

He missed the golden hour for treatment, lost an arm and a leg. Unable to accept it, he jumped from the hospital roof.

My wife told me not to feel guilty. But on our wedding night, she drugged me, sliced my tendons, and dragged me to his grave, forcing me to kowtow and apologize.

"You were faking! If not for you, Julian would’ve lived!"

She ran me over repeatedly until I was pulp.

Now, back at the crash, I won’t fight for her. Let her save him this time.

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My neck was pinned against the seat, unable to move. Blood trickled down from my temple. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I pulled out my phone and deleted every trace of Evelyn Reed.

The paramedics from the first ambulance rushed to the other car. After I saw Evelyn get her precious Julian onto a stretcher and into the vehicle, only then did I dial 911 and request another unit.

Gasoline was leaking, and the hiss of sparks began to spread. I used every last ounce of strength to free myself, but the car exploded just as I scrambled clear.

The emergency room was a chaotic swarm of people. Evelyn came over, gave me a cursory glance, and declared my injuries minor—just some external wounds that needed simple dressing and observation.

Nearly every doctor and nurse, following her lead, was focused on saving Julian Cole.

It was the Reed family hospital, after all. What Evelyn said was law.

The pain in my leg gradually faded, replaced by a terrifying numbness.

In my previous life, Evelyn had rushed to me the moment I called, but in doing so, she’d let Julian miss his window for optimal treatment, leaving him disabled.

His death became a landmine in our marriage, ready to detonate at the slightest touch.

On our wedding night, she’d tricked me into taking an overdose of sedatives, telling me it was to help with the champagne, and then she’d severed my tendons.

When I came to, she’d thrown me from her car in front of Julian’s grave, forcing me to kneel and beg for forgiveness. Her eyes were bloodshot as she screamed at me, “Leo Vance, why don’t you just die? Why did you have to provoke him with my reputation, making him rush to clear the air about us? You’re the one who should be dead.”

She’d vented her rage by running me over repeatedly, not stopping until I was pulp.

I never imagined I would be reborn, right back at the scene of the crash.

I didn’t want the regrets of my last life to repeat themselves. So this time, I waited. I let her save Julian first before I called for help.

I just never thought she would abuse her authority to pull every available resource to save him, leaving me with nothing.

With what little strength I had left, I called out for a doctor, a nurse, anyone. Finally, a young physician approached.

“Doctor, help me. I can’t feel my leg.”

He didn’t even bother to look at my leg. He just sneered.

“Mr. Vance, I know who you are. You’re Dr. Reed’s husband, right? She already said you’re fine. Your external wounds are treated. You just need to be observed.”

“Dr. Reed also mentioned you get pretty jealous, that you’ve pulled a lot of stunts to get her attention. Hey, you should give me some tips, man.”

After three years with Evelyn, I never imagined this is how she talked about me behind my back.