Oops! I 'slept through' my husband's underwater SOS

My husband Mark, a professional diver, was sending out a desperate underwater SOS.

And me, his equipment manager? I was sleeping like a rock.

In my past life, he took his childhood sweetheart, Sarah, on an illegal night dive—all so she could see the famous "underwater stars." When their gear failed, I dove in to save them.

And what did I get for it? He let Sarah lock me inside a shark cage.

I barely clawed my way back to the surface.

And then he had a whole squad of cops waiting for me, pointing the finger my way for illegal diving.

"I knew you were up to no good, sneaking out like this," Mark said right in front of the cameras. "You sabotaged the equipment! Good thing we caught you in time!"

Sarah turned on the waterworks for the news crews. "She's always been jealous of my friendship with Mark. She messed with the oxygen tanks out of pure spite!"

I saved their lives, and they sold me out. The internet ripped me to shreds. I didn't make it out of prison alive.

But now… my eyes snapped open.

It was the same night—the night of their starry underwater adventure.

Mark's voice came through the phone, slick and familiar. "Hey honey, sorry to wake you. Rough shift, huh? I promise, once things settle, I'll take you to Hawaii."

Chills shot down my spine as the memories rushed back.

When I stayed quiet, his voice oozed fake worry. "You alright? If you're tired, just get some sleep. No one's gonna be at the dive shop this late anyway."

My eyes drifted toward two shadowy figures lurking near the equipment shed. A cold smile touched my lips.

Last time, I fell for his act. He turned around and blamed me for negligence.

It was midnight. And yet, in my last life, the media magically appeared right when the "accident" went down.

How did they know?