Ethan Warner and I were what everyone called the perfect couple. But no one knew that we had spent half our lives resenting each other. He resented me for bringing him back after he lost his memory, believing that my actions had driven the love of his life, Farrah, into depression and ultimately to suicide. I resented him for promising that we would spend our lives together, only to fall in love with someone else in the end. Then an earthquake struck, and I found myself trapped beneath the rubble of a collapsed building, hovering on the brink of death. Ethan rushed into the ruins like a man possessed. Ignoring the danger of aftershocks, he dragged my battered body to safety. As he held me in his arms, he deliberately turned his face away. "Don't overthink it," he said hoarsely. "Saving you is my duty as your husband." Then, after a long silence, he added, "Sophie, if there is a next life, don't marry me. I can never love you." Only then did I finally understand. I had trapped him with a sense of obligation, and in doing so, I had trapped myself as well. If there is a next life, I won't stand in the way of his happiness anymore. My eyes were dry and empty, as though I had already shed every tear I possessed. When I opened them again, I discovered that I had somehow returned to the day I first went to find Ethan.