My Husband Wants Me Dead

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Chapter 3

“I had a dream last night,” I said, my voice unsteady. “Logan and I were married, but he

wanted nothing to do with me. He buried himself in work, ran himself ragged, and ended up

with stomach ulcers. I made him chicken broth, tried to take care of him, but he wouldn’t even

look at me. He said being with me brought him more pain than happiness. And at

thirty–three… he died saving me from a truck.”

The ache in my chest was so sharp I could barely breathe.

Eleanor stiffened, her eyes wide. “Emily, that… that was just a dream. Logan would never-”

I gave her a shaky smile. “Charles, Eleanor… sometimes dreams are warnings. I’m not asking him to marry me. We don’t have to be husband and wife. I just want him to live a long, peaceful

life.”

I paused, steadying my voice. “Everything has a root cause. Logan loves music, not business. He never wanted to take over the company, but when his hand was injured, it took that dream away. If that hadn’t happened… if you hadn’t pushed him to marry me, he would’ve chosen a different life. All of this… started because of me. I can’t let history repeat itself.”

“I’ve finalized my study abroad plans,” I said softly. “Thank you both–for everything. I’ll always be grateful for your kindness. And I promise to honor it in the years to come.”

Eleanor wiped away a tear. “You’re a good girl, Emily. It’s Logan who doesn’t deserve you.”

I hugged her tightly, eyes welling as I whispered, “If I can’t be your daughter–in–law, I still hope I can be like a daughter to you. I’ll be there for you–always.”

Charles and Eleanor managed bittersweet smiles, eyes misty as they nodded.

I thought of the second regret Logan had written in his journal. Maybe… this counted as making peace with it.

The Quantum Temporal Projector had given me thirty–six hours in the past. Just one final regret left to resolve. Would it be enough?

That night, I went to Ridgeview Observatory alone.

It was the best place to watch the meteor shower. I leaned against the railing, my heart quietly hoping–even after everything.

Footsteps echoed behind me. I turned, my eyes lighting up. “Logan, you came.”

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But his face was like thunder. He walked up with heavy steps, eyes blazing. “Seriously, Emily? I didn’t drive you home and went to check on Madison–and you went crying to my parents?”

“You know what happened next? They lit into her so hard she was a mess. She was too shaken up to watch where she was going and got hit by a car. She’s in the hospital now, losing blood fast. Is that what you wanted?”

I stood frozen in place.

In my past life, Madison had died in a car crash–bled out because the hospital ran out of her blood type. That tragedy had hit just a month after our wedding, and from then on, Logan’s indifference turned to hatred.

But this time, it had happened even earlier.

I’d been wondering how I could help Logan resolve his third regret. And now, fate had thrown the opportunity at my feet.

I met his gaze calmly. “So, you want me to donate blood?”

His eyes narrowed, his voice thick with disbelief and bitterness. “You think I won’t ask? You owe her.”

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to St. Gabriel Memorial.

At the hospital, I didn’t hesitate. I donated 400cc of blood. My body instantly felt the drain, lightheadedness washing over me.

The nurses looked uneasy. “It’s not enough. The bank won’t deliver for another ten minutes. I’m not sure she has that long.”

I turned to Logan. He stood frozen, eyes locked on Madison’s unconscious figure through the glass. The anguish in his expression made my chest tighten.

A nurse reached for my arm to remove the band, but I stopped her.

“Draw another 400cc.”

Her eyes widened. “No–you can’t! That’s the maximum allowed in one session. It’s dangerous.”

I gave her a faint smile. “It’s alright. I’ll be okay. Just save her.”

A doctor burst out of the OR. “We need more blood now–she’s crashing!”

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The nurse hesitated for only a second before nodding. Her voice softened as she prepared the needle. “You’re a saint, miss. That girl’s going to owe you her life.”