Chapter 2My Wife Blamed Me for Her True Love’s Death—In My Second Life, I Let Her Climb During the Landslide

“Mia, you can’t go. That mountain is way too dangerous!”

“Jack, what’s your problem now? I’ve told you a thousand times—filming hiking videos is my job! Can you stop being so unreasonable?!”

Hearing Mia’s familiar voice and seeing her irritated expression again, a sudden flash of light burst through my mind.

Wait… what’s going on?

Did I just… come back to life?!

My eyes widened in shock as I stared at my hands, shaking them to make sure they worked. Every joint moved freely.

I wasn’t dead.

I was alive.

I grabbed my phone to check the date.

July 27, 2024.

It was the exact same day, three years ago, when I stopped Mia from going on that treacherous mountain hike.

I was back. I really came back!

Mia, my wife, is a well-known outdoor adventure influencer. She’s never home, always traveling, hiking, climbing, and filming her content.

Recently, she’s been spending a lot of time with another influencer, a guy named Henry. They often team up to film videos together, and their chemistry has caught the attention of their fans.

Mia never told her audience she was married, so over time, her fans started shipping her and Henry as a couple.

Her username is MiaExplores, and her channel has been blowing up lately, partly because of her collaborations with Henry.

I hated it. I hated the way she acted like our marriage didn’t exist.

Every time I confronted her about it, she’d brush it off like it was nothing.

“It’s just for the videos, Jack! Why are you making such a big deal out of it?! Fake relationships bring in views. Views bring in money. And let’s be real—who else is paying the bills? You?”

Her words stung.

It was true that Mia was the breadwinner, but only because she’d insisted I quit my job to take care of the house. And now, she threw it in my face like I was worthless.

And then there was Henry.

Henry was the textbook definition of a thrill-seeker. His videos were always extreme—skydiving from insane heights, base jumping, trekking through uninhabitable canyons teeming with venomous creatures.

His fans loved his reckless stunts, leaving comments like:

“This guy’s soul is probably chasing his body from the afterlife.”

“His ancestors must be working overtime keeping him alive.”

When Mia started working with him, he dragged her into his dangerous lifestyle. Sure, her channel grew, but every time she came back from one of their trips, she was covered in bruises and scars.

This time, it was Henry’s idea to hike the deadly mountain range.

In my previous life, I had a terrible feeling about the trip. I’d checked the weather forecast and saw a warning for heavy storms. Something deep in my gut told me something was going to go horribly wrong.

I’d begged her not to go. I even blocked the door, refusing to let her leave.

After hours of arguing, Mia finally gave up and stayed home.

Henry, on the other hand, was stubborn. He went on the hike alone.

But the storm that day was beyond anything anyone could’ve predicted.

It was like the sky had ripped open, pouring rain down in an endless torrent. The mountain couldn’t take it. A landslide roared through the cliffs, sending rocks and debris tumbling down.

Henry was caught in the avalanche.

He didn’t make it.

When rescuers found him, his skull had been crushed by a boulder. His brain had spilled out onto the ground.

His family later posted an announcement on his social media, informing his followers of his death.

When Mia found out, she was devastated.

But instead of grieving, she turned all her anger on me.

She blamed me for everything.

She said it was my fault Henry died, because I’d stopped her from going with him.

Her resentment festered into hate.

She started poisoning me, slowly, over months.

At first, I didn’t realize what was happening. But as time went on, my body began to fail. The pain was unbearable. My organs shut down one by one, until I was nothing but a broken, withered shell of a man.

By the time I lay dying in a hospital bed, I couldn’t even lift a finger. My body was skeletal, covered in bedsores that reeked of rot.

And Mia?

She stood over me, her voice dripping with venom as she leaned close to my ear.

“If you hadn’t stopped me that day, he wouldn’t have died.”

Her words were the last thing I heard before I died.

But now…

Now, I had another chance.

God, fate, or whatever power controlled the universe had given me the opportunity to go back, to relive the moment everything went wrong.

This time, I wouldn’t stop her.