My Husband Used My Last Rebirth to Save His First Love

On our wedding anniversary, my husband personally sent me into the operating room.

He knew I had already died twice.

He also knew I could come back one more time.

So when his white moonlight needed a heart, he chose me without hesitation.

She wont die, he told the doctor calmly.

What he didnt know was

This time, it was my last life.

Adrian Quinn carried my lifeless body into the underground room of the Search and Rescue (SAR) Team base. My internal organs had been removed, leaving only an empty shell. My face, however, was rosy, as if I were just sleeping.

He skillfully opened the cryogenic equipment, his movements clean and precise. As he placed me inside, his hands were steady, without even a hint of hesitation.

"Sleep for now," his voice was terrifyingly calm. "Didn't you say that dying doesn't matter?"

Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. I had prepared a table full of delicious food at home and bought his favorite red wine. Seeing him come home on time for once, I was as happy as a fool.

When the phone rang, he had just picked up his wine glass. It was his deputy calling: "Captain, Nora got caught in a landslide while patrolling the mountain area. She's trapped inside..."

His hand trembled, and the wine glass fell to the floor, dark red liquid splashing onto my new dress.

"How badly is she hurt?" His voice was already hoarse.

"It's serious, her internal organs..."

He didn't wait for the other person to finish. He grabbed his jacket and rushed out.

I caught his hand, "I'll go too. I can help."

He turned back to look at me, his eyes complex, not with concern, but as if he were calculating something.

At the scene, Nora had already been rescued, but her heart was severely damaged and urgently needed a transplant.

He looked at the unconscious Nora on the stretcher, his fingers trembling. It was a panic I had never seen in him before.

Then he looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Before I could understand what he meant, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck.

As I lost consciousness, I saw him nod to the doctor.

They had prepared for this all along.

Miraculously, as I was pushed into the operating room, it was as if my soul floated out of my body. I felt myself hovering in mid-air, witnessing everything.

I saw him standing right next to the operating table. As the surgeon's scalpel cut open my body, he watched without expression, his eyes showing no ripple of emotion, as if this body was nothing more than a tool to be disposed of at will.

"Her organs are in good condition, and the match is compatible," the doctor's voice seemed to come from far away. "It's enough to save Nora."

I watched as my heart was taken out, placed in an ice box, and sent to the adjacent operating room.

He followed the ice box out, not even sparing me a final glance.

After putting me in the cryogenic equipment, he sat nearby dealing with documents, occasionally looking up at me.

I floated in front of him, wanting to see if there was even a hint of guilt in his eyes.

But his gaze passed through my soul and fell on his phone - it was a message from the doctor: The surgery was very successful, she's recovering well.

He smiled with relief, casually tossed my medical record aside, and left the underground room.

The part of the medical record that was open clearly stated: "Organ donor - voluntary donation."

He didn't even bother to make up a lie, thinking I would wake up soon anyway.

But what he didn't know was that this time, I really wouldn't wake up again.

Because the chance that allowed me to be reborn had already been used up the last time I saved his teammate.

My ability to be reborn was real.

Three years ago, before I was pulled out as the sole survivor of that plane crash, the system informed me that I had gained three lives.

The first time, I used it on myself, allowing myself to survive that plane crash.

Adrian was the SAR team leader who came to investigate the accident.

He was tall, wearing a dark blue uniform with straight shoulder lines.

Standing in front of the plane wreckage, he was surrounded by an aura of coldness, like a general who had walked out of an old photograph.

I was shivering on the stretcher when he turned his face towards me, his well-defined jawline tense.

When those pitch-black eyes swept over me, it felt like they could see through to my soul.

"Don't be afraid," he said, "You're safe now."

His voice was deep and pleasant, like warm water slowly being poured into my heart.

At that moment, I was smitten. The system said that if I maintained a three-year marriage with my destined person, I could stay in this world forever.

Looking at this stern man before me, I decided to take a chance.

This was the first time that 28-year-old Eliza Hart had ever been so determined to want something.

Adrian looked to be in his early thirties, very tall, with a lean and muscular build from years of training.

He walked with a special rhythm, probably due to his military background.

Every time I passed by the SAR team, I could recognize his silhouette at a glance.

I started to approach him as an ordinary person.

I would bring coffee to the SAR team every day and prepare late-night snacks for the team members working overtime.

I knew I was like a desperate groupie, but I didn't care.

They said Adrian never accepted anything from women, but he took my coffee.

He was always polite and gentle, but he always kept his distance from me. The people in the SAR team felt sorry for me, saying I couldn't see reality clearly.

"Captain Quinn never gives hope to any woman. Don't waste your efforts."

But what I didn't tell them was that every time I pretended to lose my balance, he would always be the first to steady me.

He would tell me to be careful, but his hand would linger.

Until one day, I heard him on the phone calling a woman "Nora," his tone affectionate.

It turned out to be his former deputy team leader, Nora White. They were said to be childhood sweethearts.

Nora was very beautiful, and everyone said they were a perfect match.

I should have known better and given up. But at that time, I still had two lives left. Young and reckless, I thought I could always make it through three years.

If I had known earlier that the second life would be used to save his teammate, and the third life would be ended by his own hands, I would have stayed far away from him from the very beginning.

But alas, love is blind when you're in it.

Nora had been Adrian's partner since their special forces days.

Everyone in the SAR team knew that they were once the most outstanding sniper and spotter.

On the battlefield, a spotter and a sniper need to be in perfect sync to complete their missions.

So after retiring from the military, Adrian and Nora joined the SAR team together, working in perfect harmony as if they were one person.

I once secretly looked through Adrian's old photo album.

In the photos, Nora wore a uniform, her eyes bright and spirited, exuding a charm that ordinary people like me could never achieve.

And Adrian stood beside her, looking down at her with such gentle eyes.

Later, people in the team told me that Adrian had pursued Nora for five whole years.

From boot camp to special forces, from training grounds to battlefields, everyone thought they would end up together.

But in the end, Nora still rejected him.

"We're not suitable for each other. You deserve better," she said.

She said this just before a mission, and Adrian still loaded her bullets for her.

They remained the best partners, as if nothing had happened.

But in the dead of night, Adrian would practice shooting alone on the training ground until his fingers bled.

Later, Nora voluntarily applied for a transfer to a remote SAR branch.

On the day she left, Adrian stood outside the airport, watching her silhouette disappear into the security check.

His fingers unconsciously fiddled with the ring he had never given her.

The team said that was the most lost and dejected they had ever seen Adrian.

I met Adrian six months after Nora left.

At that time, he was like a dead pond, even his smile was cold.

But I didn't care. Young and impetuous, I thought time would wash away all the past.

"He's never had eyes for anyone else. You think he's being gentle? That's just his professional habit. Not just you, even those Instagram models who send him flowers, beautiful women, he smiles and accepts them, then throws them away as soon as they leave."

That's what an old team member once told me.

They couldn't stand seeing me running to the SAR team time and time again, kindly warning me not to embarrass myself.

But I didn't believe them.

I told myself that the past was in the past. Even if I was just continuing someone else's story, I accepted it.

Even the on-duty nurse at the SAR team couldn't bear to watch anymore: "Eliza, why don't you understand? Adrian goes to the border to see Nora every year without fail. They may be separated by mountains and rivers, but their feelings are deeper than every day you spend by his side."

I really didn't understand.

I didn't understand why Adrian would accept my pursuit, why he would marry me.

Thinking back now, perhaps from the day I used my second life to save his teammate, he had already been planning something.

The rescue that changed everything happened in my second year of knowing Adrian.

Heavy rain caused a landslide, burying an entire village.

Adrian led the team at the forefront, with his lifelong friend Leo Sanders covering the rear.

No one noticed the massive boulder teetering overhead.

"Adrian!" Leo's voice cut through the curtain of rain.

The moment Leo pushed Adrian away, the boulder came crashing down.

"No!"

Adrian rushed towards the rubble like a madman, held back by three team members.

Back at the SAR team compound, he knelt in the rain, his whole body shaking like a wounded animal.

It was the first time I had seen him lose control.

Adrian, who was always calm and composed, could actually be driven to such despair.

Leo was Adrian's brother in all but blood. They had grown up together, joined the military together, entered the special forces together, and later retired to join the SAR team together. Their relationship was closer than real brothers.

When Leo was rescued, his heart had already stopped beating.

The doctor said that even if they could save him, he would need a heart transplant, and the treatment would cost at least five million dollars.

"Please, you must save him," Adrian gripped the doctor's hands, his voice hoarse. "I'll find a way to pay, no matter how much it costs."

But he had only recently retired from the military, and his salary was mostly going towards his mortgage.

His teammates pitched in, a thousand here, ten thousand there, but they only managed to gather half a million.

I watched him pacing back and forth in the hospital corridor, his eyes bloodshot as if he hadn't slept for days.

"It should have been me," he kept saying. "Why did he save me?"

At that moment, I felt like I was suffocating from heartache.

I couldn't hold back anymore.

"I can donate my heart," I pushed open the door and walked in. "My tissue type is a perfect match for Leo."

Adrian jerked his head up.

"Are you crazy?" His voice was raspy. "You'll die!"

I smiled at him and whispered in his ear: "Trust me, I have a superpower. I won't die."

He still didn't agree, but I went ahead with the surgery behind his back.

Not only did I donate my heart, but also my liver and kidneys to a rich man's daughter. The wealthy man transferred five million dollars to Adrian's account.

Three days later, I woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Adrian keeping vigil by my bedside. He hadn't slept for three whole days. Dark circles under his eyes, yet he stubbornly refused to leave.

"You're awake," his voice was hoarse as he carefully held my hand. "Does it hurt?"

It was the first time I had seen him so gentle.

Leo recovered quickly, and Adrian started visiting me in the hospital frequently.

He would peel apples for me, help me drink water, his gaze so focused it made my heart tremble.

Sometimes when I was asleep, I would feel someone gently kissing my forehead.

He began to tell me his stories, about the fun times training with Leo when they were young, about the rigorous tests in the special forces, and about how much he feared losing important people.

When he said these things, his eyes were gentle, but there was also something in them that I couldn't quite understand.

Later, he proposed to me.

I nodded, tears streaming down my face. He kissed away the tears on my face and held me tight.

After that, I applied to join the SAR team as a contract nurse, so I could be by his side.

It was at this time that Nora was transferred back to the main team.