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Once Played, Now I Play Them Better Novel Cover

Once Played, Now I Play Them Better

After losing everything in a divorce due to a lack of evidence regarding her husband David Stone's affair with Roxanne Lane, a woman is granted a second chance. Returning to the day of their scandalous car accident, she strategically avoids her previous mistakes. In her past life, she fainted from shock and missed the chance to document their infidelity. Now, she navigates the hospital's power dynamics and surveillance issues to ensure she secures the billionaire's assets and her own freedom.
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Chapter 1

When I return to the day I discover my husband, David Stone, is cheating on me, I immediately switch shifts with my colleague.

In my previous life, David had been fooling around with my best friend, Roxanne Lane, in his car when they got into an accident and were rushed to the hospital.

When I received the news, I hurried there at once and saw them tangled together, naked, in the aftermath of the wreck.

My colleague operated on them, and both of them survived. However, the shock was too much for me, and I passed out.

When I woke up, David sent me divorce papers, demanding that I leave the marriage empty-handed.

Citing his affair, I demanded half of his assets.

In response, he sneered, "Me? Cheating? Where's the evidence?"

That was when I remembered that I had fainted before taking any photos.

The hospital's surveillance cameras happened to be down that day, leaving me without a shred of proof. I lost the case and walked out with nothing.

On the day of the divorce, broke and numb, I stumbled out of the courthouse and was hit by a car.

Now, the moment I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day David and Roxanne are taken to the hospital.

"Dr. Smith, are you sure you want to switch shifts with me? The night shift can be brutal if a surgical case comes in."

In the hospital, Caroline Little, a doctor on my team, sounded both surprised and relieved. After all, no one wanted to take the night shift.

I smiled and nodded. "It's fine. I'm feeling energized tonight. I can handle a surgery."

Caroline beamed and gathered her things before going home. I wiped the smile off my face, put on a mask, and got prepared to head to the operating room.

After all, I knew that in just 20 minutes, my husband, David Stone, and my best friend, Roxanne Lane, would be wheeled into the hospital following a car crash caused by their shameless, reckless behavior.

In my previous life, Caroline had performed their surgery. I had rushed to the hospital when I heard about it. When I had seen David and Roxanne together, I had fainted on the spot.

David and Roxanne had survived the surgery. Then David had asked for a divorce and demanded that I leave the marriage with no claim to our property or savings.

I had pointed out his affair and demanded half of his assets.

He had sneered in response, "Me? Cheating? Where's the proof?"

That was when I remembered that I had fainted from the shock and failed to take any photos. The hospital's surveillance cameras had been down that day, so I had no evidence against him.

I had lost the case in court and walked out with nothing.

On the day of the divorce, penniless and numb, I had stumbled out of the courthouse and had been hit by a car. That was how I had died.

When I opened my eyes, I had returned to the day David and Roxanne were wheeled into the hospital. This time, I was determined to expose their affair and ruin them.

Sure enough, within minutes, chaos erupted in the emergency room, along with David's all-too-familiar cry of pain.

"Ouch! Stop moving, Roxanne! You're going to break it! Argh! Help me! Where are the doctors and nurses? I need help now!"

Through the crack in the door, I saw Roxanne sprawled over David in an excruciatingly awkward position. Their filthy, naked bodies were tangled together beneath a single sheet. Nearby, my colleagues exchanged disgusted looks and whispered among themselves.

"What a mess! Seriously? Couldn't they have gotten a room or something? They've come to the hospital completely naked! How embarrassing!"

"It's obvious they aren't in a legitimate relationship. They were shouting for everyone not to take photos—I bet they're afraid their little secret's about to go viral!"

Meanwhile, Roxanne kept screaming, then suddenly seemed to remember something and lowered her voice. "Keep it down, David! Scarlett works at this hospital. If she finds out, it'll be a disaster!"

David gave a cold laugh. "Relax. It's not her shift tonight. That fool's too obsessed with her job to notice anything anyway. If it weren't for her family background, I would've divorced her long ago. And with how stiff and tomboyish she looks, she turns me off completely. You, on the other hand… Owww…"

Even in this state, David's lust hadn't faded. His eyes swept over Roxanne's body again, hungry and shameless.

Suppressing my disgust, I adjusted my mask and surgical cap, then strode forward. "Prep them for surgery now! Another minute and they'll start going at it again! I don't want them staining our hospital beds any further!"

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