The Wicked Wife 2

Chapter 267: In Between

Waiting for Jennie to wake up had been testing Lisa's patience greatly. He had waited for her throughout his life, but this time was different. He had a feeling that his wife might be experiencing something out of this world again. Han Zijun claimed that they were able to neutralize the poison in her body and it was safe to rouse her from her medically induced coma, but she wasn't waking up.

"Jennie, do you still need more time? Aren't you curious about what the girls look like? They are beautiful." So beautiful that he couldn't help but feel guilty whenever he thought that he had once wanted to kill them to save her life.

Lisa swallowed hard and stared into nothing while holding his wife's right hand. Tears glistened his eyes, probably at the memory of the past. If he loses her again for the third time, he wouldn't know how to live through that nightmare all over again.

There was no way he would be able to love another the way he loved Jennie. Not in his original lifetime, not in the second one, surely not this time. She was everything he ever wanted. And there was no way he would let another woman raise their children. He wouldn't be able to bear them calling another woman their mother.

"You have to return to us, Jennie. You know that I can't live in a world without you."

Was he losing her again? He wondered.

No. Jennie knew that he and their daughters were waiting for her. There was no way she would die like this, especially not when her body was already out of danger. Han Zijun couldn't explain why she wasn't waking up when everything was normal on their tests. All they could do now was wait and pray for a miracle.

Lisa was getting more and more restless with each passing day that Jennie remained asleep. The only thing that kept him from losing his mind was their daughters who needed him. However, everytime he went to the NICU without Jennie felt like he was being stabbed with hundreds of needles at the same time. Their girls needed their mother as well.

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Jennie cracked her eyes open and lifted her torso by propping on her elbows. She blinked twice, trying to figure out where she was. The last thing she remembered was being rushed to the OR to give birth to her girls. Did her body give up? Did she die?

She looked around, trying to recognize her whereabouts, but she couldn't remember being here, not even in her previous life. Jennie found herself lying under a big, tall tree. The sun was high up in the sky and the breeze blew by, but she couldn't feel anything.

She paused her thoughts when she heard a loud girly squeal from the sea of yellow flowers in the field. A young girl and a boy around the same age emerged from the field and joined her under the tree.

Jennie looked at them, wondering why these two were ignoring her. As she took in the appearance of the children, her hands came to cover her mouth in surprise. Why… Why did they look like her and Lisa when they were younger? What's the meaning of this.

She followed the children and watched them for days.

"Am I dead?" She looked at her hands and noticed that she was almost like a silhouette with no solid form.

"No, you're not." Someone said behind her.

Jennie turned around and saw a young man in his late teens smiling at her. He was exceptionally handsome and something about him reminded her of her husband. He had this dark pair of eyes that seemed to stare right into the depth of her soul. He had midnight hair and slightly sharp facial features.

"You aren't dead. You are merely trapped in the overlapping lives of Lisa."

"What do you mean?" She frowned. She knew that her husband was reborn like her, but did Lisa really live through two rebirths just to be with her?