I Died in the Rain, so I signed a Marriage Contract to Reborn

When I was five months pregnant, my car was violently rammed at full speed by my husband's "best friend," Jasmine.

The paramedics rushed to save me, but my husband, Dominic, physically blocked them from my mangled car.

"Sign this liability waiver clearing Jasmine of all fault," he demanded coldly. "If you don't, you can sit here and bleed."

"Dominic... our baby is dying!" I begged, coughing up blood.

He didn't flinch. To get medical help, I had no choice but to endure the agonizing pain and sign the goddamn paper.