Blood And Ashes: His Ultimate Regret

For three years, I called the police one hundred and eighty-eight times just to force Hudson to marry me.

When he abandoned me with a high fever to take care of his ex-girlfriend, Fiona, I reported him as a missing person.

When Fiona called him in the middle of the night to fix her plumbing, I called the cops to report illegal prostitution.

Walking out of the precinct after the 188th time, I asked him if he was annoyed. He stayed silent for a long time before saying, "Since I promised your father, I will take responsibility for you."

Later, an avalanche trapped us on a snowy mountain in Aspen. Hudson used his body to shield me, his lower half crushed by a massive boulder, yet he desperately refused to let me go.

"Do you hate me?" I asked, crying. "Hate me for getting you killed and tearing you away from Fiona?"

His tone was completely calm. "I am truly sick of you after all these years. But I won't let you die. I don't owe you anymore in this life. In the next life, please let me go."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my past life. This time, I planned to do exactly as he wished.