I paid attention to the masked man's actions. The words he said kept tugging on my mind. This will probably be the last time? What would that mean? The world kept flowing on without the slightest hint of a change. My husband and Han Haneul met just like before and fell in love. They even had a child. There was no change that signified an end.

Eventually, the accident happened. My husband died in a car crash. No, this time it wasn't an accident; it was murder resulting from resentment. This had not happened before. The thousands or tens of thousands of deaths took different forms every time, but not once was it a homicide.

I looked at the man who was laughing like a madman while driving. I knew his name. He was an actor named Kang Giwoo. It was natural that they would be in a bad relationship since their first meeting was a bad one, but I did not know that my husband would die because of him. The masked man's words brushed past my head again: this will probably be the last time.

After seeing my husband's body disappear into a pile of ash, I approached Han...