Both in Two Lives, the Result Was the SameChapter 1
Nydia's POV
When Cynthia Taylor, Hadden Fletcher's childhood sweetheart, secretly opened the vial, I was at the nurse’s station preparing medication, eight months pregnant.
Instead of seeking help from Hadden, I tightened my grip on my nurse uniform, turned on the faucet in the bathroom, and tried to save myself.
In my previous life, I had screamed for help. Hadden had saved me and given me the only vial of the experimental antidote to protect our child. But Cynthia, without an antidote, succumbed to the infection and died a painful death.
Hadden comforted me with tears in his eyes, staying by my side day and night, worried about potential aftereffects. But when I gave birth, he injected a fatal drug into our newborn.
I watched, helpless, as our child struggled to breathe, his tiny limbs stiffening, until he died in his arms.
Hadden smiled as he held the lifeless body in front of me. "Look how terrifying this is," he said coldly. "Cynthia died just like this. If you hadn’t released the virus, Cynthia would still be here, laughing and joking with me You should have died instead of her!"
That’s how I died—writhing on the delivery table, poisoned, alongside my child.
But fate gave me a second chance. I woke up and was transported back to the day the virus was released.
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The sudden dizziness cleared, and I found myself staring at the opened vial on the table. Clutching my belly, I staggered toward the bathroom, trying to stay conscious.
Yes, I had been reborn. Reborn to the moment I was infected.
But this time, I didn’t call for help. Instead, I ran to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and began washing off the virus. I leaned against the sink, my heart pounding, as I heard Cynthia’s frantic cries from the nurse’s station and the sound of the emergency bell ringing.
Soon, Hadden and his colleagues arrived in hazmat suits, but he didn’t go to the nurse’s station first. Instead, he headed straight to the patient ward.
"Hadden, where’s Nydia? She was just helping me with the medication. Forget about me—go save Nydia!" Cynthia urged.
But Hadden coaxed her, saying, "Don't worry about her, Cynthia, she’s probably already escaped by now. Take this—it’ll protect you." then, he handed the antidote.
Hearing him comforting Cynthia and convincing her to take the antidote, I felt relieved.