My Husband Killed Us for Her - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

The day I found out I was pregnant, Lucas drove us off a cliff.
The car tore through the guardrail, tumbling down the mountainside in a deafening crash of metal and glass. In those final seconds before the explosion, Lucas didn't reach for me—he screamed at the sky:
"Olivia! I'm coming to be with you!"
That's when I knew. He'd never stopped loving her.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in college.
I tore up the love letter in my hand and walked away—in the opposite direction of him.
Eight years later, he rented out the most exclusive club in the city to propose to his true love.
But when he saw me holding another man's hand, his eyes burned with desperation.
"Evelyn," he choked out, "you promised you'd only ever love me."
I never expected to run into Lucas again—especially not in a nightclub.
Traffic had made me late for my class reunion dinner, so I headed straight to the club where I had another commitment. But fate had other plans. My old classmates had moved the party there, and there he was—Lucas, tall and unfairly handsome, his arms wrapped around Olivia as they swayed to the music. The way he looked at her made my stomach twist.
"Lucas is a prodigy," someone murmured nearby. "Owns multiple Formula 1 teams already."
"No surprise there. He rented out this entire place just for Olivia tonight."
"Must've cost a fortune. A million, easy."
"Worth every penny for that smile."
As the music faded, Olivia stood breathless, cheeks flushed. The massive screen behind them lit up, flashing through their love story—stolen kisses, lazy beach days, whispered promises. The crowd erupted in cheers as Lucas dropped to one knee, roses in hand.
"Olivia," he said, voice thick with emotion, "marry me."
Then, cutting through the applause, someone asked a little too loudly:
"Wait—when did Lucas and Evelyn break up?"
The room went still.
Lucas's smile vanished. Olivia stiffened before forcing a laugh, accepting the bouquet with practiced grace. "Lucas has always been popular," she said sweetly. "But everyone makes mistakes when they're young. What matters is we found our way back."
The crowd ate it up, cooing over their "perfect match."
I stood in the shadows, watching their fingers intertwine.
Was I the mistake?
But she didn't know—in my past life, he was the one who chased me.
Lucas fell for me at first sight, relentless in his pursuit. Who could say no to a man like that? Brilliant, devoted, obsessed?
So I said yes.
The day we got together, he cradled my face like I was something fragile. "Evelyn," he whispered, "if I kiss you, will I wake up?"
I laughed, brushing my thumb over his cheek before pulling him down to me.
That night, he swore, "I'll love you for the rest of my life."
He lied.
I took a sharp breath and turned toward the elevator, but a shrill voice stopped me.
"Evelyn? Oh my God, is that you?"
A former classmate gaped at me, eyes raking over my rumpled clothes. "You look… rough. Still jobless?" She smirked. "Lucas could hook you up with something. Five grand a month, easy—for old times' sake."
I ignored her, reaching for a glass of ice water.
Lucas had been staring since I walked in. When I took the free drink, his shoulders relaxed slightly. "Order whatever you want," he said, casual. "Tonight's on me."
"Thanks, but no." My tone left no room for argument.
He froze, jaw tightening. After a beat, he let out a bitter laugh. "Still proud as ever."
Olivia's grip on his arm tightened. She gave me a once-over, lip curling. "Evelyn, sweetie, you might want to try looking presentable if you ever want a man." She flicked her hair. "I've got closets full of designer stuff Lucas bought me. You can have the rejects."
Laughter rippled through the group.
I glanced at my reflection in the glass. After two straight days on set, I did look exhausted—hair a mess, clothes thrown on. Next to Olivia's polished perfection, I might as well have been a stray cat.
"Pass," I said, grabbing a handful of chilled fruit. I was too hungry to care.
Lucas stepped closer, shoving his phone at me. "Give me your account. I'll transfer you $300K."
His wallpaper was Olivia, radiant in a field of flowers.
Of course.
In my past life, my face was nowhere on his phone. He didn't even save my number—he never needed to. I was always there, anticipating his every need.
Love and neglect? Yeah. They're obvious.
We dated through college, married right after graduation.
His dream? Racing. Mine? Film.
Two paths that should've never crossed.
But I gave mine up for him—delivered food at night to buy his gear, taught myself mechanics to be his pit crew.
And when he lost?
He looked at me like I was dirt.
"I'm sick of this life," he spat. "If I'd chosen Olivia, I wouldn't be stuck like this."
Then came the cliff. The crash.
I never got to beg him to save our baby.
Now, reborn, we'd both chosen differently.
And that was that.
I pushed his phone away. "We're nothing to each other. Keep your money."