Sorry My Step-Uncle, I'm Not Your Backup Plan

I was reborn to that crucial night when my step-uncle, Kayden Taylor, was drugged with an aphrodisiac.

This time, instead of becoming his remedy, I called his true love, Charlotte Miller.

In my previous life, I had fallen in love with Kayden - who became my uncle only by my mother's second marriage,not by blood.

That fateful night, when someone had slipped him a powerful aphrodisiac at a charity gala, he desperately begged me to call his true love.

Instead, I offered myself as his solution.

One month later, I discovered I was pregnant.

Kayden was pressured into marrying me, but on our wedding day, Charlotte - who had fled to Europe to escape her heartbreak - was taken by kidnappers who ultimately took her life.

In her final hours, she called Kayden 199 times, pleading for help.

But Kayden, trapped in our wedding ceremony, never saw a single call.

Afterward, he would silently stare at those 199 missed calls, his face haunted by unspoken grief.

The day I went into labor, he locked me in the cellar of our New England estate. When I begged him to take me to the hospital, he watched with a cruel smile as I struggled for breath until darkness claimed me.

His final words echoed in my ears: "If you hadn't trapped me with that pregnancy, I wouldn't have been forced to marry you. I would have seen Grace's calls. You deserved this fate..."

When I opened my eyes, I found myself back on that night when Kayden was drugged at the gala.