“You know I only love you, Tiff. But now that Joe is no longer around, as a family, we should look out for Lynda. The doctors say that she can’t handle any more emotional stress. Let’s just think of it as doing the right thing,” a familiar voice said. Yet, my mind went blank. 

Before I could even react, I felt Joshua Coleman grabbing my hand. I pulled away almost instinctively. 

His expression immediately darkened, and his tone grew harsher. “Why can’t you be more considerate of her, Tiffany? I’m doing this for the sake of our family. Can you really bring yourself to tell Lynda the truth?” 

I dug my nails into my palms, trying to snap myself out of it. But my silence only made them even more anxious. 

The next moment, Samantha Jenkins, my mother-in-law, who was standing beside me, started persuading me again. “The doctor said that it’s just temporary amnesia. She might be fine in a couple of days. Just be patient. Everything will be fine once Lynda regains her memories!” 

The familiar words reached my ears, and it finally hit me. I’d heard these words all too many times—but that was all before I died. 

Why did it feel like everything had gone back to where it all started? 

My heart raced as an audacious thought crossed my mind—have I been reincarnated? 

I felt a surge of excitement running through me at that thought. I briefly failed to notice that my reaction had caused the two before me to exchange a glance. 

When I came back to my senses, I noticed that they were about to continue talking. At that moment, a female voice from the hospital ward asked, “Are you outside, Joseph?” 

Joseph Coleman was my husband’s older brother. But the man standing before me was clearly my husband, Joshua.