My best friend Chloe Carter was dead set on taking a road trip to Colorado during Memorial Day weekend. I was hesitant. As a woman three months pregnant, the idea of sitting in a car for hours didn’t exactly sound “fun” to me. I tried to politely decline, but my husband Harland Jackson wouldn’t let it go. “Come on, Andrea, don’t be a killjoy,” he snapped, his tone clearly annoyed. “Chloe went through all this trouble planning the trip. You have to go.” Before I could protest, he was already throwing our luggage into the trunk, and by nightfall, we were on the road. Things quickly went south. Chloe swore she knew the way, but ended up getting us lost somewhere off the highway. We eventually found ourselves deep in the Rocky Mountains, in an area completely deserted. The night was pitch black and bitterly cold, the kind of cold that seeps into your soul. Then we heard it—wolves howling. A pack of hungry wolves surrounded our car, their eyes gleaming in the headlights. Our food and water were running low, but Harland suddenly yanked the door open, trying to push me out of the car. “Andrea, you need to buy us some time,” his voice as cold as the night air. “We’ll go find help and come back for you. I promise.” I clung desperately to the door frame, begging, crying, “Harland, please, don’t!” But Chloe—my best friend—didn’t offer a helping hand. Instead, she grabbed a knife, slashed the back of my hand, and kicked me out of the car. I hit the ground hard, pain shooting through my body as she leaned out and said venomously, “Come on, Andrea, we’re friends, right? What’s a little sacrifice to save the rest of us?” The wolves were on me within seconds, tearing at my clothes, my skin. The worst was when one wolf clawed at my belly, and I felt my baby inside becoming their meal. In the distance, I heard the car engine roar as Harland and Chloe sped away. Chloe’s laughter echoed through the darkness, cruel and triumphant. “Pregnant women’s blood really does smell sweeter!” Then, darkness. When I snapped my eyes open, I was back in our living room. Chloe was sprawled lazily across the couch, her voice full of excitement. “So, Memorial Day—Colorado, here we come! The Rockies will be gorgeous, and we can hit the Denver Art Museum while we’re at it. Perfect!” She nudged me with her elbow, that playful jab making me stumble slightly. My heart jumped, a chill running down my spine. I suddenly realized I’d been reborn. I’d been given another chance to face that terrible day. I remained silent while Chloe worked her charm on my husband Harland. Her voice took on that sweet, wheedling tone she always used when she wanted to get her way. “Come on, Harland, you and Andrea have to say yes. It’s just a small favor—don’t tell me you’re going to disappoint me…” Harland frowned, clearly reluctant. “Memorial Day weekend is going to be packed everywhere, traffic will be a nightmare.” Chloe grinned smugly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it all planned out. We’ll take the back roads, drive at night—nobody will be out slowing us down.” Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. A sickening sense of déjà vu washed over me. The last time—my previous life—it had started just like this. Chloe suggesting a road trip to Colorado. Me trying to politely decline. Harland not listening and dragging me into the car. Then Chloe’s “shortcut” getting us lost in the wilderness of the Rocky Mountains.
I stared at the insurance policy in my hand, my mind spinning. Chloe’s Colorado road trip wasn’t a spontaneous idea at all. The detour into the uninhabited area of the Rockies, the wolf pack—all of it had been planned. If I hadn’t been given this second chance at life, I would have fallen right into their trap. I clutched the paper tightly, rage nearly consuming me. My best friend. My husband. The two people closest to me had conspired to kill me. My phone vibrated, pulling me from the whirlpool of my thoughts. It was Harland’s mother, Evelyn. I took a deep breath and answered. Evelyn’s booming voice exploded through the speaker. “Andrea, I’m bringing over some homemade corn chowder tomorrow—got to keep my grandson healthy!” She paused, adding with a sneer, “If you weren’t carrying Harland’s child, you wouldn’t even deserve this soup.” Her words triggered memories from my previous life. At this exact moment, she had called then too, while Harland was packing my luggage. He had snatched my phone, desperately trying to keep his parents away. Evelyn might have no affection for me, but she adored Harland as if he could do no wrong. And after my death? Those two, who had lived frugally their entire lives, suddenly started living luxuriously. My insurance payout must have funded their golden years. I swallowed my hatred and feigned a heavy tone, pretending reluctance as I said, “Thanks, Evelyn, but Harland is taking me to Colorado tomorrow. Looks like I’ll miss your corn chowder.” As expected, Evelyn’s pitch rose by several octaves. “Colorado? And he’s not taking me and Alfred? What’s going on?” I deliberately let a hint of complaint enter my voice. “I don’t know either, Evelyn. Maybe Harland thinks bringing you would be too much trouble. Oh, I need to pack—talk later!” I hung up before she could respond. Knowing Evelyn and her need to be the center of attention, she would never allow Harland to leave her behind. Step one, complete. I took photos of the insurance policy, then headed straight to a law firm to start divorce proceedings. The lawyer, Daniel Chambers, carefully examined the insurance policy and the hotel receipts for the “Couples’ Suite,” then looked at me cautiously. “Ms. Smith, if you want to leave your husband with nothing—or behind bars—this evidence isn’t enough.” I clenched my jaw, frustration washing over me. He leaned forward, lowering his voice, “Listen, you say they’re planning to stage an accident. If you’re right, go on this trip. Keep your eyes open, collect evidence—anything that proves their intentions.” My grip on my phone tightened. It seemed the road trip was back on. I had no choice. Half an hour later, I walked into my house and froze. Harland was in the living room, throwing my clothes into a suitcase. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice sharp. He didn’t even look up, his tone impatient. “I talked with Chloe, and we’re leaving first thing tomorrow. Don’t think being pregnant lets you throw tantrums.” I was about to explode when the front door suddenly swung open. Harland and I both turned to look. Evelyn and Harland’s father Alfred stood in the doorway, arms loaded with bags. Evelyn shot me a venomous glare, then began to wail dramatically, “Harland, you ungrateful boy! You forget your poor mother the moment you get a wife! Such a luxurious trip, and you didn’t even tell us?” Harland’s eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “Mom, how did you find out about this?” Her face darkened, taking his question as proof of his deliberate secrecy. She collapsed dramatically onto the floor, crying so loudly the neighbors could probably hear. “I raised you, gave you my heart, and now all you care about is your wife! What’s the point of me even being alive?” Harland’s frown deepened, his shoulders tensing. I watched the scene unfold, a cold smile forming inside me. I stepped forward, affectionately linking my arm with Harland’s, my voice sweet as honey. “Harland, if Alfred and Evelyn want to come, why not let them join us? Make it a family trip.” I paused, then added, “And if they’re going, I’m coming too.”
Harland shot me a shocked look, but before he could speak, Evelyn got up from the floor and shoved me rudely. “Go pack your things,” she snapped, “don’t make my son do all the work.” The situation had completely spiraled out of control, and Harland had no choice but to comply. I took the suitcase from his hands and, while no one was looking, slipped a new backup phone into a hidden pocket. The next morning, Chloe arrived. Her eyes widened when she saw Alfred and Evelyn, but she quickly recovered, flashing her sweetest smile. “Mr. Jackson! Mrs. Jackson! How wonderful to see you!” Chloe had grown up in the same small town as Harland, so his parents were no strangers to her. Truthfully, Alfred and Evelyn had always preferred her over me. Evelyn’s face brightened. “Chloe, you’re so thoughtful to invite us on this trip.” She shot me a sideways glare. “Unlike some people—spoiled city girls who only think about themselves.” Chloe giggled behind her hand, her eyes gleaming with triumph when she glanced my way. “You’re too kind, Mrs. Jackson.” After the luggage was loaded, Chloe slid into the front passenger seat like she owned it. “Andrea, you’re pregnant—it’s safer for you in the back,” she said with fake concern in her voice. Harland nodded. “Chloe’s right.” I didn’t bother arguing. These two weren’t even pretending anymore, openly flaunting their game. We hit the road to Colorado, and I stared out the window at scenery identical to my previous life, down to the last tree. Anger, fear, and determination churned inside me. For days, Alfred and Evelyn, those penny-pinching misers, insisted we sleep at rest stops to save money. When I dared to complain, Evelyn whipped around, her face crumpling into a scowl, “What, you think you’re too good for this? My precious grandson isn’t complaining, but you want the red carpet treatment?” Evelyn, that iron-willed country woman, gripped like a vise when angry. Harland pulled me close and whispered, “Just bear with it, Andrea. You can rest when we get to Colorado.” I nearly laughed out loud. Rest? If I didn’t outsmart them, I wouldn’t live to see Colorado. The day arrived—the day I died in my previous life. At eight in the morning, my phone map showed we were just sixty miles from that damned wilderness edge. My heart racing, I pulled out my backup phone from my bag, clutched my stomach, and let out a gut-wrenching wail. “Oh God—my stomach! It hurts so bad!” I doubled over, my face pale, moaning in agony as if in extreme pain. Harland slammed on the brakes. “What the hell, Andrea? Can’t you just tough it out?” Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed, “Harland, what if the bumpy road did something to the baby? I don’t care about myself, but this is the Jackson family heir!” Evelyn’s eyes widened in panic. “Harland, find somewhere for her to rest, now!” Alfred chimed in, his voice tense, “I saw a clinic a few miles back. Take her there.” Harland stared at me, sweat beading on his forehead, but he didn’t seem suspicious. At the clinic, the doctor shook his head after examining me. “She’s exhausted. She needs rest and observation, or she might miscarry.” Harland frowned. “Can’t you just give her some medicine? We have a trip to continue.” The doctor’s face darkened. “This is about a pregnant woman’s health. She must stay, or you’re gambling with her life and the baby’s.” I put on a guilty expression. “Harland, you all go ahead. I’ll join you after I’ve rested. Alfred and Evelyn should enjoy their trip—don’t let me ruin it.” Evelyn waved impatiently. “She’s right, Harland. Let’s go to our destination. She can rent a car and catch up. The place is huge—she won’t get lost.” Harland hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with the plan going off track. Before he could argue, I shoved my regular phone into his hand. “Here, Harland, take my phone, take my things, take everything. You know I’ll wait for you. Okay?” With Alfred and Evelyn nagging him to hurry up, Harland had no choice. He grabbed the phone, climbed into the car, and paused to call out, “I’ll come get you tomorrow.” I nodded, playing the dutiful wife. As their car disappeared down the road, a wave of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t be waiting until tomorrow. I pulled out my backup phone and made a call. “Hello, I’m at the clinic on Highway 287. Could you send a car to take me to the airport?” I didn’t look back. I caught the earliest flight and landed in my hometown at nine that evening. The taxi weaved through familiar streets as my stomach churned with anxiety. Years ago, during college, Chloe burst into my quiet life, insisting it needed shaking up. She was the one who introduced me to Harland. He was exactly my type—charming, handsome, the complete package. We dated for years, got engaged, and planned our life together. But my parents, Richard and Claire, didn’t approve. As their only daughter, they didn’t want me marrying a small-town man with no prospects. I was stubborn, though. I had a huge fight with them, stormed out, and barely contacted them after the wedding. Until my previous life—until my own death—I never realized they had seen through Harland from the beginning. When I knocked on their door, Richard and Claire were first shocked to see me standing there, then their faces lit up with joy. Their hair was grayer than I remembered, their faces etched with the passage of time. My throat tightened as I choked out, “Mom, Dad, I’m back.” Richard looked over my shoulder, noticing I was alone, and his expression darkened. “Andrea, where’s Harland?” I hesitated, not wanting to shock them too much. “He cheated,” I said softly. “I’m divorcing him. And… I’m terminating the pregnancy.” Richard’s face turned terrifyingly dark. “That bastard—” Claire’s eyes welled with tears, but she gripped my hand firmly, her tone resolute. “We’re here for you, baby. Whatever you need.” Tears spilled down my cheeks as I collapsed into their arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Two lifetimes of pain and betrayal poured out. I had expected anger toward me, or an “I told you so,” but all they gave me was love. The next morning, Richard and Claire took me to the hospital to arrange the procedure. When I emerged from the operating room, I was as pale as paper. I placed my hand on my now-flat stomach, feeling a hollow ache in my chest. “Find a better home, little one,” I whispered, fighting back sobs. Claire wiped away my tears, her voice gentle but firm. “What are you going to do next?” I clenched my fists. “I’m contacting a lawyer. I’m cutting Harland out of my life completely.” I didn’t know if Harland could make it back from the Rockies, but I couldn’t take chances. I had to act fast. Back home, I contacted my lawyer, Daniel, and sent him the evidence I’d collected. “Is this enough to leave Harland with nothing?” I asked. During each night of our road trip, I’d barely slept, constantly on edge, but it had paid off. I’d photographed Harland and Chloe sneaking off to rest stop bathrooms together. The night before last, while Harland was dead asleep, I went through his phone. The evidence was right there: text messages plotting to get rid of me, and photos of them embracing intimately. After reviewing everything, Daniel said without hesitation, “This is enough not only to leave him with nothing, but to send him to prison.” A wave of relief washed over me, like a beam of light piercing through the fog that had surrounded me for so long. When Richard and Claire saw the evidence, they were beyond furious. “Sue those bastards into oblivion!” Richard roared. “Those scumbags tried to hurt our daughter!” I was about to calm them down when my phone rang. I answered, and a deep, serious voice came through. “Ma’am, this is the Rocky Mountain Regional Police Department. We have an emergency. Your husband and his companion were attacked by wolves in a remote area and are in critical condition. Please come as soon as possible…”
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