Chapter 2

I was a soul bound by a Curse, transported to this world. The terms of my damnation were clear: make Leah marry me.

The year I met Leah, she was, like me, a newly recruited bomb disposal officer in the police force.

At that time, her first love Justin had broken up with her abruptly to go abroad, leaving Leah in a daze every day. It was I who stayed by her side constantly, helping her out of the gloom.

Three years later, we naturally became husband and wife, and the first seal of the Curse was lifted.

The Curse, in its cruel irony, granted me a reprieve: I could stay, but with a price—two more lives, woven from the same thread of fate.

At that time, I had also truly fallen in love with Leah.

I believed that the most important thing between husband and wife was honesty, so I told her about the Curse without reservation.

I even jokingly said, "No matter what, this Curse won't let me die. I can stay with you until we're old."

But I never thought that this sentence would become my death warrant.

Shortly after we got married, Justin returned from abroad.

Justin only shed a few tears in front of Leah, explaining that going abroad was entirely his parents' wish, which he couldn't disobey.

Leah believed him without hesitation.

She seemed to forget the pain Justin had caused her back then and started following him around, caring for his every need.

She even begged me to use the power of the Curse to save Justin when he was in a life-threatening car accident.

When I saw Leah crying her eyes out, I couldn't say I wasn't heartbroken.

How could I not be sad and angry when my wife was shedding tears for another man?

But I loved Leah deeply, and I couldn't refuse her request.

So, the first of my cursed lives was used up.

Last year, after Leah had finished defusing a bomb and was about to return to the team, she was shot by a criminal who had fought back, right in the heart.

When Leah was sent to the hospital, the doctor took one look and issued a death notice.

I couldn't accept Leah leaving me, so I resolutely offered her my own last cursed life.

Before the transfer, the oppressive weight of the Curse pressed upon me, a final warning: this was the last life. Would I not regret it?

I answered firmly: "I won't regret it."

The Curse accepted the exchange, and after that, its presence faded, leaving only the cold truth of my mortality.

At that time, I thought Leah's feelings for Justin were just an obsession, and that with time, she would naturally come to her senses and return to our family.

And I firmly believed that I could grow old with Leah.

But now, the cruel reality had given me a harsh wake-up call.

It turned out that Leah had always only loved Justin.

And I was just deluding myself.