Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 462; Honeymoon Phase 6

He could still see her wandering the streets, eyes vacant, repeating the same phrases over and over like a broken recording:

"I killed him..."

"It’s all my fault!"

"I killed him!"

After that, he couldn’t bear to see her locked in a psychiatric hospital. Couldn’t watch her strapped down, medicated into oblivion, becoming a shell of herself. So he’d taken matters into his own hands, consequences be damned.

And then they’d discovered she was pregnant. The doctors had said termination carried only a twenty percent success rate given her blood type and psychological condition. Twenty percent chance she’d survive the procedure. He couldn’t take that risk. Couldn’t watch her vanish from his life, even if keeping her meant living with the fragments of what they’d lost.

And at the same time, he didn’t want her to have any regrets in her life.

From the way he was deflecting, from the careful way he chose his words, Tang Fei understood that she, or rather, the woman she’d replaced, had been the one who’d done something unforgivable. But what? And who was the "him" the original Tang Fei had killed?

Her family might know. They probably held pieces of this puzzle. But what was Huo Ting Cheng hiding from her? How deep did this secret go?

"Ting Cheng," she said quietly, pulling back to look at him. "What aren’t you telling me?"

"Nothing that matters now." His eyes were dark, unreadable. "The past is the past, Fei’er. You’re different now. Better. Happier. That’s all that matters."

But even as he said it, even as he pulled her close again and tried to lose himself in the simple comfort of her presence, they both knew it was a lie.

The past was never really past. It was always there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting to resurface when they least expected it.

And Tang Fei, inhabiting a body with a history she didn’t fully understand, carrying the weight of sins she didn’t commit, could only wonder what other horrors were buried in the gaps of her missing memories.

What had the original Tang Fei done?

And how long could she keep pretending those ghosts didn’t exist?

But why would she have hurt her own children? They were her blood, her flesh. And Tang Fei didn’t think Huo Ting Cheng could have forced the original owner to do anything, the man was possessive, yes, but not cruel. Not in that way.

The silence that followed was heavy, oppressive in a way that even the serene underwater light couldn’t soften. Tang Fei lay against Huo Ting Cheng’s chest, her mind racing while her body remained still. She could feel his heartbeat, steady, controlled, but there was a tension in the way he held her that betrayed his carefully maintained calm.

"Who did I kill?" The question came out barely above a whisper. If she had killed someone, it wouldn’t have pained her that much. After all, in her previous life, she’d been an assassin. Death was something she understood intimately.

"You haven’t killed anyone." His response was immediate, almost too quick. "Now you’re overthinking things. I told you... Not everything needs to be recalled. Do you want anything? Are you hungry?" The topic shift was obvious, deliberate.

Tang Fei recognized the deflection for what it was. She knew she wouldn’t get answers from him. His lips were sealed tight, locked around whatever secrets he was protecting her from, or protecting himself from having to relive.

But the image wouldn’t leave her mind. The original Tang Fei planned to burn the children. Pouring petrol on them. That wasn’t a normal gesture, wasn’t something that happened in a moment of frustration or anger. That was calculated. Deliberate.

"Was I having psychotic episodes?" she asked quietly, needing some kind of explanation that made sense. "Was I mentally incapacitated? Suffering from some kind of illness?"

"Nope! You were just fine." His answer was too casual, too dismissive. "And let’s say, it’s normal for some emotions to go overboard. You just need to rest for a while." His fingers moved to her temples, massaging gently in slow, soothing circles.

"Emotions don’t just ’go overboard’ to the point of attempted murder, Ting Cheng." She kept her voice level, but there was steel underneath. "Normal people don’t tie up their children and douse them in petrol. That’s not a tantrum. That’s..." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Fei’er." His voice had taken on a warning edge, the kind that said this conversation was ending whether she liked it or not. "What’s done is done, don’t dwell on it. You’re different now and that’s what matters. Better. The past doesn’t matter."

"It does if I don’t understand..."

"No." The single word was final, absolute. His hands stilled on her temples, then moved to cup her face, tilting it up so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "It doesn’t. Because dwelling on it, digging into it, trying to make sense of something that has no good explanation, it won’t help you in any way apart from destroying the peace we have now. And knowing the past won’t change anything. It will only hurt you even deeper."

There was something in his expression that made her pause. Not just protectiveness, but something deeper. Fear, maybe. Or pain. Like he was guarding not just her from those memories, but himself as well. They weren’t anything pleasant.

"I just want to understand," she said softly.

"I know." His thumb brushed across her cheekbone. "But sometimes understanding isn’t worth the cost of remembering. Trust me on this, Fei’er. Please."

She wanted to push. Every instinct she had, both from this life and her previous one, told her that buried secrets only festered, that ignorance was never truly bliss. But she also saw the plea in his eyes and heard the edge of desperation in his voice.

Whatever had happened, it had scarred him too. Deeply.

"Okay," she relented, though the word tasted like surrender. "Okay. We won’t talk about it."

The relief that washed.....