Reborn in the Outbreak My Husband Stole My Ticket for His First Love

We were supposed to be on our honeymoon.

My husband and I had used our vacation days to travel to Estara, only to walk straight into the outbreak of a new virus. Once infected, you had three months to live—no exceptions.

With no way out, my clearance status earned me the only two return tickets available through the Embassy.

I pressed my hand against my stomach—my baby, not yet three months along—and told my husband, breathless with relief, "Victor, we're not going to die."