My Child Is Dead

The day our child died, my husband, Henderson, was not the least bit sad. The day after my child’s funeral, I saw him with another woman. She was ……my child’s tutor, and the one who killed him.

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I traveled back in time with the help of a shaman to save my child. When I opened my eyes again, I was back seven years ago. To the day after the night I had my child.

“Henderson. Forget what happened last night. You and I will never meet again.”

I left everything behind and left. I was just going to live quietly with my child……..

“Honey, help me.”

The handsome maniac I had never seen before approached me, calling me honey.

Why was that?

“I want to be the father of your child.”

“….”

“You’re the only woman in my life.”

This man didn’t pull away from me as we discussed his heartfelt confession. Was it okay to love this man who seemed so familiar and suspicious?

And then there was Henderson, whom I thought I’d never see again.

“This kid……. He looks a lot like me.”

Would I be able to protect my child from Henderson?

No, could I be happy with my child, who was the ultimate reason for my return to the past?