Sameekshagunda
The day I died at seventy-eight, peacefully in my sleep, my husband Sung Jin-Woo refused to even see me one last time. I thought that would be our final goodbye. But when I opened my eyes again- I found myself back at twenty-two.
Given a second chance at life, I made a decision: I would never get involved with Sung Jin-Woo again. That was the plan...
Until one day, I was having a great chat with a junior from our club, and out of nowhere, Jin-Woo appeared, his face cold and stormy. He snapped, "He's even younger than your grandson. How could you still go through with it?"
I was speechless.