My Husband’s Parking Trick Exposed His Affair Chapter 11

My Husband’s Parking Trick Exposed His Affair Chapter 11

My name is Lorette Niccol. This is my eighth time I’ve been 

reborn. 

I once thought my life was an absurd tragedy. 

Only later did I realize it was an endless, looping nightmare. 

And I was the heroine trapped in an inescapable fate of death. 

My meeting with Andrew was fated. 

We would meet outside the library on that rainy day, sharing a piece of candy and an umbrella. 

We fell in love and got married. 

He was kind to me, attentive and thoughtful, granting every 

wish. 

He was a perfect, flawless husband. 

But everything changed when that woman appeared. 

When I discovered Andrew might be cheating and had brought 

his mistress to our home, I thought I’d suffered the most cliché of betrayals. 

Until I followed him and saw the woman’s face. 

A face identical to my own. 

That was when it all clicked. 

This was no simple affair. 

It was an inescapable, predestined curse. 

Because the person he’d fallen in love with again… was 

another me. 

In essence, Andrew never cheated. 

He loved me as deeply as ever. 

It was just that there were two of me by his side. 

No matter when or which version of me he saw, he was drawn 

to her with an irresistible, overwhelming pull. 

I called this fate. 

The other me was young, bold, stylish, and unapologetic in 

love. 

Perhaps it was the primal call of our shared soul, but Andrew 

would protect that other me at all costs. 

Including lying to me, hiding her in our home by parking his car diagonally across the spaces, covering her presence with elaborate meals and sneaking out to drive her away under the pretense of an emergency surgery. 

Yet every single time, it ended in tragedy. 

In the first life, I trusted Andrew completely. 

When I saw his car parked diagonally, I simply called him to move it, as I was supposed to. 

He came down eagerly, his manner so warm that I never suspected a thing. 

Even when he started parking diagonally regularly, I only 

teased him about his worsening driving skills. 

Until one day, I found the secrets hidden in his phone. 

Pictures of that woman, their chat logs, the address of the 

house he’d rented for her. 

I broke down, screaming at him. 

I asked him why. 

He said he didn’t know. 

He said he couldn’t help but be drawn to her; seeing her was like seeing another me. She was so lonely, so bright and bold, and Andrew couldn’t stay away the moment he saw her. 

Heartbroken, I got into a violent fight with Andrew and accidentally fell down the stairs to my death. 

Overwhelmed with guilt, Andrew jumped after me, taking his 

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own life to join me.