My wife is a popular outdoor adventure influencer. She’s rarely home, always off exploring some rugged terrain, and frequently collaborating with another male influencer for her videos. In my previous life, the two of them planned a dangerous trek through the mountains. I thought it was far too risky, so I stopped her from going that day and kept her at home. Not long after, it started pouring rain. A landslide struck, and the male influencer was crushed to death by falling rocks. But instead of being grateful, my wife resented me for it. She blamed me, grew cold, and eventually poisoned me. I died in agony, wasting away in a hospital bed. As I lay there, gasping for breath, she leaned down, her voice trembling with hatred as she hissed in my ear: “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t stopped me that day, he’d still be alive. You’re the one who killed him!” Her words were the last thing I heard before the darkness swallowed me. But then I woke up. I opened my eyes and realized I had gone back in time—back to the very day she was supposed to leave for that deadly trek through the mountains. This time, I didn’t stop her. This time, I pulled back the hand that had once blocked her path. If she loved him so much, and then fine. She could die out there with him in the mountains.
“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.
“Jack, what the hell is wrong with you? First, you block me from leaving, and now you’re just standing there like an idiot?” Mia rolled her eyes in exasperation, her tone dripping with annoyance as she stared at me. “Move! I’m running late, and Henry’s already waiting for me!” “Oh, uh, right.” I quickly stepped aside, clearing the way for her to leave. “Mia, it’s raining today. Be careful out there, okay?” I gave her a final reminder before she walked out the door, but she just brushed it off with a scoff. “So what? I’ve dealt with worse. The riskier it gets, the better the views. Danger equals clicks, and Henry’s a real man. He always manages to make it out alive. With him there, we’ll be fine. What, you think everyone’s as useless as you?” She shot me another disdainful look before slinging her hiking pack over her shoulder, grabbing her trekking poles, and heading out. The door slammed shut behind her, leaving the house eerily quiet. I stared at the closed door for a moment, and then let a cold smirk curl across my lips. Mia, this is the path you chose. Let’s see how your arrogance and stupidity serve you now. As in my last life, the rain started not long after she left. Heavy, relentless rain. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the storm rage outside. The rain came down in sheets, pounding against the glass, driven by fierce winds. The weather only got worse. The National Weather Service issued a flash flood warning, schools canceled classes, and underground parking garages in several neighborhoods were completely flooded. The wind was so strong that even thick, mature trees were snapping and falling over. A breaking news alert flashed across my phone screen: “Emergency Bulletin: Due to heavy rain, a landslide has occurred on Boulder Mountain. Roads leading up the mountain are now blocked by debris. Residents are advised to stay away from the area for their own safety.” Reading the news, I couldn’t help but let out a quiet, cruel laugh. Boulder Mountain. That was the very mountain Mia and Henry had gone to film their video. The mountain was infamous for its treacherous terrain. Landslides were so common that even locals avoided it, let alone tourists. But Mia and Henry, in their endless pursuit of views and adrenaline, had decided to climb it during a storm. Just like in my last life, Boulder Mountain had collapsed again. By now, they were either buried under the falling rocks or trapped somewhere in the rubble. Either way, there was no happy ending for them. “Ring! Ring!” My phone suddenly buzzed, cutting through the silence. It was Mia. Her name flashed across the screen, the word “Honey” glaring at me in bold letters. I stared at the phone as it vibrated in my hand, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t hang up either. Forty-five seconds later, the call ended on its own. I remained exactly where I was, silent and still.
The phone rang again, buzzing loudly in the quiet room. After letting it ring for a few seconds, I finally picked up. The moment I answered, a barrage of angry yelling erupted on the other end. “Jack, are you dead or something?! Why didn’t you pick up earlier? Don’t you know I’m in serious danger right now?!” She wasn’t dead yet. That was my first thought, though I kept it to myself. Instead, I played dumb, feigning ignorance as best as I could. “Oh, sorry, Mia, I fell asleep. What’s going on? Are you okay?” Her voice trembled as she continued, but the connection was already breaking up. “Help me… call someone to—” The signal suddenly cut out. “Mia? What’s happening? Are you okay? Mia?!” “Help… BOOM—” The call ended abruptly, leaving nothing but the flat, monotonous beep of a disconnected line. I didn’t need her to explain. I knew exactly what had happened. Boulder Mountain had claimed its victims once again. I stood there, staring at the phone in my hand. The thought of what had happened to me in my last life—the poison, the humiliation, the slow, agonizing death—sent a wave of cold satisfaction through me. If Mia and Henry were buried under the landslide, or trapped beneath the rubble, it would be nothing less than what they deserved. But letting them die so easily? That wasn’t enough. No, I wanted more. After a moment of thought, I dialed 911. If I didn’t make an effort to pretend to save her, someone might blame me for not trying. And I wasn’t about to take responsibility for her death—or Henry’s. When the dispatcher answered, I put on my best panicked voice. “Hello? Yes, please, I need help! My wife just called me—she said she’s in danger! Please, you have to save her!” “Sir, calm down. Can you tell me where your wife is and what kind of danger she’s in?” “I-I don’t know! She’s an influencer, always out filming hiking videos. Today, she said she was going with a friend to climb Boulder Mountain, but that’s all I know! I swear!” “Boulder Mountain?” the dispatcher repeated, her voice rising in alarm. “There are still people up there? That area is completely unsafe right now!” “I don’t know! Maybe? Please, you have to do something! What if she’s trapped? What if she’s hurt? Please, you have to save her!” “Sir, we’ll dispatch a rescue team immediately. Please stay by your phone in case we need more information.” “Thank you! Thank you so much!” After hanging up, I smirked to myself. Boulder Mountain was a death trap. The storm had made it impossible to navigate, with mudslides and falling rocks blocking every path. Even the rescue teams wouldn’t dare go too close in these conditions. Sure enough, after several failed attempts, the authorities called off the rescue until the rain stopped. Later that evening, the police called to update me. “Sir, we understand you’re worried, but the rain is too heavy, and it’s simply not safe for our team to proceed right now. We’ll resume as soon as the conditions improve.” “I understand. You’ve already done your best. Thank you for trying…” I said, my voice trembling as though I were holding back tears. “Don’t worry, sir. Once the rain stops, we’ll do everything we can to bring her back.” “I appreciate it. Really, thank you.” The storm lasted all night and most of the next day before finally subsiding. The rescue operation resumed immediately, but Boulder Mountain was still dangerous. Falling rocks and unstable terrain slowed their progress significantly. Another day and night passed before they managed to locate Mia and Henry. But by then, the damage was already done. The rescue crew pulled Mia and Henry from a pile of rubble. Both were still alive—but barely. Mia’s legs were crushed beyond repair, leaving her permanently paralyzed. Her face was so badly injured that it was beyond recognition. She would never walk again, and her once-beautiful face was now a patchwork of scars. Henry, on the other hand, had escaped with only minor injuries. He was unconscious from exhaustion but otherwise unharmed. When I arrived at the rescue site, I made sure to put on the performance of a lifetime. I fell to my knees in the mud, crying hysterically as the cameras rolled. “Mia! Where are you? Please, God, don’t take her from me! I can’t live without her!” Firefighters rushed to pull me off the ground, patting my back and trying to comfort me. “Sir, don’t worry. We’ll get her out safely. Just stay strong a little longer.” Nearby reporters caught every moment on film. One journalist even gave a heartfelt report to the camera, saying: “In the face of tragedy, we’re witnessing the purest form of love. This man’s devotion to his wife is nothing short of inspiring. Let’s hope their love can overcome even the harshest of trials.” When the story aired, the footage of me kneeling in the mud and begging for Mia’s safety went viral. Social media exploded with comments praising me as a devoted and loving husband. “This is the kind of love we all dream of. God, please don’t take her away from him!” “I’m crying! He’s risking everything for her. What a hero!” “I wish I had a husband like him. Mine would probably celebrate if I got buried in a landslide.” “Please let her survive! If not for her sake, and then for his. It’s heartbreaking to see him like this.” The internet ate it up. By the time Mia was brought to the hospital, I’d become a national sensation. When she woke up, the first thing she saw was her reflection in the hospital window—a shattered, unrecognizable face wrapped in layers of bandages. All for a man who probably never cared about her in the first place.
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