The Butterfly Effect of Loving Myself

As the New Year's Eve countdown began, my husband suddenly said, "She waited for me for nine years. In the tenth year, I don't want to disappoint her anymore..."

I swallowed the sweet candy in my mouth. "She? You mean Chloe?"

He didn't answer.

But he didn't know I had already seen the diamond ring he hid.

I picked up the phone and dialed. "Professor, I volunteer for the Time Regression Experiment. Send me back ten years."

The man on the other end was silent for a moment.

"If it fails, you won't survive."