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I was reborn—back to the night when my uncle-by-marriage was drvgged and begged me to call his first love. In my previous life, I didn’t call her. I chose to be his “antidote.” When I got preg//nant, he was forced to marry me. But on our wedding day, his beloved first love was k1dnapped and killed. Before she died, she called him 199 times. He hated me to the bone. The day I gave birth, he locked me in the basement and watched as my baby and I suffocated to death. He said, “If you hadn’t been preg//nant, I would’ve answered her calls. You deserved to die.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning. This time, I dialed his white moonlight without hesitation. I watched them enjoy their sweetness, then mock me, afraid I’d “cause trouble.” I simply smiled. Living again, I already understood everything. My silence isn’t surrender—it’s preparation for a final farewell. While he’s still captivated by every smile of his white moonlight, I’ve already packed my ticket to leave. And only after I disappear forever will he realize who he truly loved… I woke up back on the night my uncle had been dru//gged with a powerful aphrodisiac. This time, instead of becoming his so-called cure, I picked up the phone and called the love of his life. In my last life, I fell in love with the man who’d raised me—my Uncle Ethan, who wasn’t related to me by blo//od. When I found out Uncle Ethan had been dosed with that dru//g, I ignored his hoarse demand that I call the woman he loved and made myself his cure instead. A month later, I found out I was pregnant. Uncle Ethan was forced to marry me, but on our wedding day Chloe, who’d gone overseas to clear her head, was kidn//apped and killed. Before she died, she called him for help one hundred ninety-nine times. But Uncle Ethan was busy getting through the ceremony, and he didn’t answer a single call. Afterward he just stared at that list of one hundred ninety-nine missed calls and didn’t say a word. Yet on the day I was supposed
