Hannah Cooper opened her eyes and looked around with confusion.

"Where am I? Am I in a ward? Am I in the hospital?" she thought.

Wasn't she dead already?

She touched her chest, wondering why she couldn't find the wound.

But she remembered clearly that she'd been stabbed into the heart with a knife by her husband, Charles Sawyer, who was known as a perfect husband to all.

Was it a dream only?

If so, the dream couldn't have been realer!

She could still remember Charles telling her in the dream, "Hannah, I've never loved you. And I'm tired of sleeping with you. You know what, Sarah is much better and sexier in bed, while you're like a dead body, cold and stiff..."

In the dream, Hannah didn't cry or make a scene. She was so well-bred that she tried everything she could to endure with the pain and then went out of breath.

"You love me a lot, right? Then go to hell so that I can be with Sarah. I'll be grateful for you!"

He said it in a gloomy voice while pulling the knife out of her heart.

Blood spilled on his handsome and gentle face, making him look more ruthless. Then he put on a light smile, as if he was looking at a stranger instead of his loyal wife, who had been devoted to him for ten years.

In the dream, Hannah died with her eyes widely open. she swore that she wouldn't forget and forgive his cruelty and ruthlessness.

Was it really a dream? But she could still feel the pain in her heart.

Or was she saved by someone? Could it be medical technology was so advanced that it could save a person got stabbed in the heart nowadays?

She went to the bathroom and looked herself in the mirror.

'The heart operation made me look younger?' She thought while being greatly impressed by the advanced medical technology.

'Or I was having a dream? I dreamed that my husband, the one I love the most, has killed me?' At this moment, Hannah got a lot of questions.

She turned on the phone and found it was the year of 2022 on the screen.

No way! It was impossible! There must be something wrong with the phone! She ran out of the room hastily...

The nursing worker at the door saw her awake and stopped her instantly, then called the doctors and nurses to come over and run the examinations.

"What's the date today? Which year is it now?"Hannah was in a hurry to confirm with anyone she'd met.

They looked at her out of curiosity. Suddenly, Hannah, who seemed to have been out of her mind, quieted down.

"The concussion is gone. You can go home tomorrow." A doctor said after the examination.

The the crowd left one after another.

After the doctor left the room, her best friend, Susan Phillips cried out happily, "Oh dear lord! It's awesome! Thank God! I'm calling Miguel and Michelle! They've been staying with you here for two days. They just left for a rest this morning."

"Susan," Hannah, who'd been in silence, called her name out of a blue.

Susan turned around and saw Hannah looking kinda unbelievable and weeping continuously.

In fact, Hannah was making sure that she was still alive. So were her parents and Susan.

It was wonderful! She wouldn't want to wake up if it was a dream. How she wished she could go home and see her parents now!

"Miss Cooper, my master will be here tomorrow. Please be sure to meet him then." Suddenly, a guy said.

"Who's your master?"

"Hannah, his master is the man who's hit you." Susan whispered at her ears.

"OK. I'll make some time for him." Hannah nodded.

She also wanted to know what had happened and why she'd been back to the day when she was 22. Or was she living in her 22, and whatever she remembered in mind was nothing but a dream?

But it didn't make sense! If it was only a dream, she couldn't have remembered every detail so clearly and precisely.

Or was it an accident? Was it God's plan? Probably, God saw that. Her life was so miserable yet the evil people lived well. By no means would she let it happen again if the future was gonna be like what she remembered.

"Susan, I wanna take a break. You'd better go home and have a good rest, too. I bet you must have been tired out these few days. Don't worry about me. I'm OK. I can go home tomorrow." Hannah looked at Susan's dark circles and thought Susan was worth of her best friend. But she couldn't tell her too much since Susan was so impulsive and straightforward.

"OK, Hannah. Have a good rest. I'll go take a nap in the restroom." Susan had been too worried to sleep well recently. So, she lay on the bed and fell asleep immediately.

Hannah tucked her in and closed the door. She had to prove some things, and must prove if they were facts, predictions or only a dream.

She picked up the phone and dialed a number, "I'll pay you 30, 000, keep watch on a suite in a fancy apartment complex, and see if you can find those two people in the photo going in and out of it. I'll pay you ten thousand dollars as deposit. And, I'll transfer the balance payment to your bank account after you take the photos of them going through that door."

"You got it. Send me the photo via e-mail." the man agreed quickly on the phone.

This private detective agency was specialized in looking into love affairs.

As far as she could remember, she found Charles acting quite weirdly and she was hesitant to call the private detective agency to find out the truth in her memory. In the end, she chose to trust her husband and gave up the investigation.

So, she'd proved the first thing. The number, the detective agency and the email address did exist, and they could carry out with the investigation.

She didn't ask for much and just needed to prove that Sandra Stein lived at that address. Then, she could prove her memories further.

Moreover, if she was found to be having an affair with Charles, that would be the third thing that needed to be proved.

If these things had been proved, she might either have the future memories or live in another parallel universe.

And, she was back to her 22 again.

Hannah figured it out slowly-here was what was going on: she'd been back to her 22, and restarted everything.

Lying on the bed, Hannah saw her parents coming in, and her eyes were red with tears abruptly. She hadn't seen them in a long time. She missed them so much!

Her mother held her in the arms dearly and comforted her, thinking her sweet daughter must have been badly hurt in the accident, otherwise she wouldn't have cried so hard.

In the end, Hannah got exhausted and cried herself to sleep.

Hannah had dinner with her parents, then urged them to go home and take a rest. Her bosom friend, Susan, also went home along. They saw her safe and sound, and agreed to go back and refresh themselves. They all had been exhausted these days.

...

Hannah was woken up by the phone in the middle of the night.

"Hello, my honored client. We had a lucky day. These two people happened to spend the night in the apartment last night. I've finished the task in only one day. I've got plenty of time. Would you like me to take more photos? I've sent the information you need via e-mail. Please transfer the balance payment ASAP if you're pleased with my service."

"Very well. No need to take more shots. I'll transfer the balance payment right away. So much for our cooperation. Keep it confidential, or you'll ruin your trust." Hannah threatened.

"Got it. We're professional, and won't let the cat out of the bag. Thanks for your trust!"

Hannah saw Charles and Sandra kissing each other passionately in the photo. Charles seemed so strange to her at that moment.

By this time, she'd completely accepted what she'd guessed earlier. Besides, she thought she must be thankful for this experience in her life. In her memories, to be more exact, in her previous life, it must have happened.

Thus, all was true. He'd cheated on her from the beginning, but she'd been so stupid as to have trusted this hypocrite all the time.

They had been married for ten years, and they were childhood sweethearts.

Hannah was smart since she was little. She married Charles at the age of 22, then she hid her glories and tried hard to be a loyal and responsible wife to him. She'd given up everything of herself and done whatever she could to help him rise from a rich businessman to a noble.

But she'd never imagined that Charles would kill her personally some day, and that he would kill all her family as the engagement gift for the one he loved.

She hated him.

She hated his guts.

Fortunately, she was blessed by God.

The car accident had brought her back to her 22, before she married Charles.

She swore she would change her future!

The next day, Hannah stared at Oscar Wells, the man who was standing in front of her, who had crashed into her car. He was the third son of the Wells family, born in the family which headed the four strongest powers in the country, Northfield.

He had a charmingly handsome face. He was over six feet and his body shape was as perfect like a model. Absolutely, he was the most stunning guy in Kensbury.

But a man who was so well-born like him turned out to be the most notoriously spoiled playboy in Kensbury. The number of women he'd fucked is much bigger than the men she'd ever met. It was hard to imagine how much he'd indulged himself in sensual pleasures. Moreover, he was the only man that Charles had failed to beat in her previous life.

"Are you falling for me, Miss Cooper?" Oscar threw his deep eyes lightly on her since she kept staring at him without a blink.

His voice was magnetic and special, and even the flirting words sounded nice from his mouth.

"Yes." She came back to earth and admitted it.

Hearing it, her bosom friend Susan yelled at her furiously, "Hannah, are you out of your mind?"

Oscar looked a little surprised but appeared to sneer at her.

"Do you have any idea who he is? Do you know he's a jerk?" Susan shouted at Hannah, "He's good-looking and good at playing around. Besides, he's good at nothing. Jesus! You said you've fallen for him? What's wrong with you? Are you blind?"

Well, she admitted that she'd been blind to have fallen in love with Charles, a very cunning and scheming hypocrite!

They went to a church to pray in the early morning but were hit by a red sports car on the way back. Fortunately, the driver of the sports car was sharp and quick enough, and turned abruptly to void the head-on collision, but they still crashed into each other.

Their cars were slightly damaged but no one else in the car was injured except that she'd passed out. The doctors were unable to see any physical wounds on her, so they could only diagnose her with concussion.

Surprisingly, she had returned to her 22 in the accident.

Hannah ignored Susan's question and turned to Oscar and asked, "You've got the balls to take me away from my wedding?"

"Hannah!!" Susan couldn't help it again. Undoubtedly, Oscar was a dreamboat but how could Hannah give up her marriage for a playboy like him?

"I'm getting married on 18th next month. You dare come?" Hannah uttered the words clearly one by one.

It took a few seconds for Oscar to digest Hannah's words.

"Miss Cooper, I'm afraid that you need to go to the hospital and have a brain CT." he said lightly.

Saying it, he took out a bank card randomly from a pocket of his black suit pants, held it with his slender fingers and handed it to her arrogantly, "I'll pay."

Hannah glanced at the super VIP black Card. Anyone knew that Master Oscar was a big spender, and those woman who'd ever hooked up with him were paid generously.

Hannah took it over.

Oscar looked a little surprised then.

All people of Kensbury knew that Hannah was well-educated, soft and elegant, and never fooled around with those rich playboys. She only hoped to marry Charles and be his wife.

"I'll take it as the engagement gift." said Hannah.

Susan, who was standing besides them, were totally shocked.

Oscar pursed his perfect lips softly, put on a meaningful smile and chose to be silent with a poker face. She had no idea if he'd accepted it or he was just waiting and seeing.

"I'll go with you as long as you show up on my wedding." said Hannah.

In fact, she was answering a question that he'd asked her before.

In her previous life, she was too excited to fall asleep the night before the wedding. Then, she received a stranger's call at four o'clock in the morning.

"Will you go with if I come take you away on the wedding tomorrow?" he asked bluntly.

"Who are you?" Hannah frowned and asked.

"Charles isn't a good man." he said.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm not a good man, either."

Then, he simply hung up the phone.

Hannah thought it was a prank and the man sounded drunk, so she didn't take it to heart. Later, she got to know accidentally that it was Oscar's phone number but she even didn't give it a shit. She'd always despised the rich playboys. Moreover, she'd never had any connection with Oscar.

She didn't get what Oscar meant until she went back to her 22 now.

But Oscar didn't show up on her wedding back then, so she wasn't sure he meant it or just said it.

Anyway, she wouldn't marry Charles again in this life no matter Oscar came or not. She did it only to seek a more brutal revenge. That was all!

Then she turned around and left. Susan caught up with her quickly, and got back to their car.

Oscar watched the car running past him, and thought Miss Cooper, whom all men of Kensbury wished to marry, was very interesting!

In the car, Susan couldn't help it any more, "You were just out of your mind to have told a jerk like Oscar to come and take you away on your wedding day, right?"

"No. I knew what I was doing." Hannah was driving, looking very clam and kinda cold-bloody.

She couldn't forget that she was still tortured cruelly by Charles right before the car accident.

"Then, what about Charles? You're a perfect couple for everyone in the country. You simply can't imagine how much they're jealous of you. Gosh! Are you gonna cheat on him before the marriage? What do you take him for?" Susan found it hard to believe.

What was the big deal of cheating before the marriage? Hannah smiled coldly. She'd seen Charles having sex with another woman stark naked on the bed.

"To me, Charles's an animal!" she gnashed.

He didn't deserve to be a man!