On a weekend night, my sister Haley Aston, who had gone out to party, called me in a frenzy.

"Elissa, I drove drunk and hit someone. You need to come and take the blame for me!"

I immediately urged her not to avoid responsibility.

Haley hurried back to the scene of the accident, but unfortunately, the victim had already passed away.

As a result, she was sentenced to seven years in prison.

Because she was pregnant, Haley was allowed to serve her sentence outside of prison under surveillance.

She harbored a grudge against me for not taking the blame for her, and in the end, she poisoned me to death.

When I woke up again, I found myself back at the moment she called for help.

This time, I didn't hesitate and hung up the phone.

***

"Elissa, I drove drunk and hit someone. You need to come and take the blame for me!"

As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized I was holding my phone, answering a call. Haley's voice was anxious and panicked on the other end.

I came to my senses and hung up the phone decisively.

I realized I had been reborn.

Last time, Haley had gone out partying with her friends on a weekend night.

Later, she called me, saying she had driven drunk and hit someone, asking if I had been drinking and urging me to take the blame for her.

Although I hadn't been drinking, I wasn't about to do something so foolish.

I patiently advised her not to run away, telling her she should return to the scene and assist the victim, which could reduce her punishment.

But by the time she went back, it was too late.

The victim was already dead.

Many onlookers had gathered, and ambulances and police were also at the scene.

Haley was arrested by the police and sentenced to seven years in prison.

Because she was pregnant, she was allowed to serve her sentence outside of prison under surveillance.

During this time, she bore a grudge against me for not taking the blame, and in the end, she poisoned me to death.

This time, I didn't try to talk her out of running away; I simply hung up the phone.

My husband, Trent Lambert, saw me hang up and was a bit anxious.

"Why did you hang up? Haley's in trouble. You need to go check on her!"

I looked coldly at the man who had long since had an affair with Haley.

Last time, Trent had also urged me to take the blame for Haley, saying that since I hadn't been drinking, I wouldn't get in trouble.

At the time, I thought he was just saying that because he didn't understand traffic law.

But in the final moments of my previous life, Haley smugly told me that the baby in her belly was Trent's.

It was then that I understood my husband wanted me, his legitimate wife, to take the fall for his lover because he was worried about his mistress and their child going to prison.

I replied nonchalantly, "Haley's drunk. She must be talking nonsense! Doesn't she do that all the time?"

Indeed, Haley often called me late at night, claiming she had been hit by someone or harassed, asking me and Trent to go rescue her.

When I got there, I would often find that she was just drunk and wanted someone to carry her to the car.

Looking back now, I think her drunkenness was probably fake. It was more likely she intended to harm me.

Trent was still uneasy. "Even if she's just drunk, we should go pick her up."

"She's out with friends. There's no need to worry.

Why are you more concerned about her than I am?"

Trent's expression changed, but he quickly adjusted, smiling as he pulled me into his arms. "She's your sister. Of course, I have to look out for her."

I thought to myself, "Sure. You've looked out for her so well, and you've even taken her to bed."

I glanced at him and calmly said, "Let's get a divorce."

Trent was stunned, quickly trying to defend himself. "There's nothing between Haley and me. Darling, you have to believe me. I care about her because I care about you. How can you talk about divorce over something like this?"

I could see the guilt written all over his face.

Trent had just let the truth slip.

I looked at him calmly and asked, "Did I say that I want to divorce because of that?"

Trent's face immediately went rigid.

I didn't want to argue with him any longer, so I went straight into the bedroom and shut the door behind me.

All I wanted now was to divorce him as soon as possible. Just seeing him made me feel sick.

But the court wouldn't open until Monday.

The next day, the police came knocking.

Haley had fled after the hit-and-run and was now hiding.

Trent was more panicked than I was.

"Officer, is there some misunderstanding? Could the driver not have been Haley?"

Even at this point, he was still trying to find a way to exonerate Haley.

I thought, "Doesn't he know that there were cameras at intersections?"

The officer told him flat out that the surveillance footage showed Haley behind the wheel.

Trent slumped onto the sofa in frustration.

The police turned to me and said, "We checked her call records. After the accident last night, she called you. Do you know where she might be?"

I feigned sadness and replied, "Officer, if I had known Haley really hit someone last night, I would have persuaded her not to run. But now, I really don't know where she is. Please trust me, if I see her, I will definitely urge her to turn herself in."

The officers took my statement and then left.

Trent angrily grabbed my hand, saying, "I told you to check on Haley last night, but you didn't go. Now look what's happened!"

I shot back, "And what would that have changed? Was I supposed to take the blame for her?"

"You weren't drinking last night, so you wouldn't have gone to jail if you took the blame."

He was speaking the exact same words he had in my previous life.

I let out a cold sneer and confronted him. "What's the matter? Are you worried about your lover and your baby?"

Trent's eyes widened in shock. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"You know perfectly well whether I'm spouting nonsense or not. On Monday, we'll go to the courthouse to file for divorce. If not, I'll sue for divorce. You're the one at fault here, and if I file a lawsuit, you'll walk away with nothing."

Trent's face twisted in anger.

Then, as if something had occurred to him, he suddenly laughed.

Trent sneered and said, "Elissa, you're actually slandering me just to get a divorce. I bet you've got a lover on the side, which is why you're so eager to leave me, isn't it?

"I've suspected for a long time that you've been messing around with that security guard. If you want a divorce, fine, but don't expect to get a single penny from me."

I thought to myself, "How ridiculous."

To make me leave with nothing, he's actually turning the tables and trying to slander me."

I slapped him hard across the face.

"Trent, do you have any proof that I've cheated?

I have evidence of your affair with Haley. The child in Haley's belly is proof of your infidelity. Don't you know that even if the child isn't born yet, a DNA test can still be done?

"I'm already giving you a break by not insisting you leave with nothing, so don't push your luck."

I turned and left, ignoring Trent's furious expression.

That night, I packed my things and moved out.

Before leaving, I reminded him once more, "See you at the courthouse on the morning of the sixth."

At that time, he was busy frantically redialing Haley's number.

As I stepped out the door, I ran into two women.

One was in her twenties, the other in her fifties.

I remembered who they were.

In my previous life, they had come to my door at this exact same time.

They were the family members of the person Haley had run over.

In my previous life, the victim's mother had lost control of her emotions and rushed at me, pinning me to the ground and beating me.

At the time, I knew Haley was indeed guilty, so I didn't resist, just protecting my head.

In my previous life, Trent had stayed hidden in the room and didn't come out. Later, he told me he was wearing headphones and didn't hear what was happening outside.

This time, the victim's mother also lunged at me. She grabbed my collar, hysterically demanding, "Where is that woman?"

Seeing the situation escalate, Trent quickly shut the door.

"She hit my daughter and then just ran off, not caring whether she lived or died.

"My daughter is still lying in the hospital, and the doctors said if she had been brought in any later, she wouldn't have made it."

She raised her hand to hit me, but someone stopped her.

The person holding her back was my best friend, Cheryl Stanley.

In my previous life, she had also protected me at this very moment.

"Ma'am, please calm down. It was Haley who hit your daughter, not Elissa."

The other woman, who looked like the victim's sister, also tried to calm her mother down. "Mom, let's go back. My sister still needs us to take care of her!"

The angry woman wiped her tears and said, "For the sake of our benefactor, I'll let you off this time. But you better make sure your sister turns herself in and faces the law. She can't run forever."

She then turned to Cheryl, holding her hand. "Thank you! Thank you for saving my daughter."