Chapter 1

My daughter was run over and killed right at the gates of her elementary school.

The moment I heard the news, I popped open a bottle of expensive red wine to celebrate.

When her homeroom teacher called me, I hung up instantly.

When my husband called, I blocked his number without a second thought.

In my past life, my daughter was also run over and killed outside the school gates on this exact day.

But back then, when I was the first to rush to the scene, I realized with horror that the car that killed her was my own.

And the school’s surveillance footage showed that the person behind the wheel, driving straight into my daughter, was me.

Both the homeroom teacher and my husband pointed their fingers at me.

The teacher claimed she saw me hit the girl with her own eyes.

My husband claimed I had always been mentally unstable, venting my rage by abusing our daughter at home, but he never thought I’d be insane enough to run her over.

The crowd screamed at me, the police dragged me away, and in the end, I was brutally strangled to death in a cold prison cell. My husband inherited my entire family fortune.

Until the moment I died, I didn't understand how this happened. Why was I framed as my own daughter’s murderer when I had done absolutely nothing?

Then, I opened my eyes again. I was back on the very day she died.