My Wife is Goddess of Reincarnation

The blaring noise of ambulance sirens pierced through the hospital corridors, mingling with the thick scent of blood that hung heavy in the air. On a stretcher lay a figure, his entire form obscured by blood, his body battered and broken, some bones protruding through torn flesh.

"Am I going to die?" echoed the desperate thought as he was rushed into the operating theatre, surrounded by a flurry of medical personnel.

In the sterile environment of the operating room, the steady beep of the holter monitor provided a backdrop to the frantic efforts of the doctors. But then, abruptly, the beeping slowed, faltered, and finally ceased altogether. The room fell silent as the patient's heart stopped, his breaths halting, life slipping away.

"Hmm, why can't I feel my body, like I don't have one?" came the bewildered thought as consciousness returned, and eyes slowly fluttered open to witness the sight of his own transparent form.

"F*ck," he exclaimed in shock, realizing the truth of his demise.

Collecting his thoughts amidst the surreal experience, he managed a wry joke, tinged with a hint of sadness. "Ha, I really died a virgin death."

Reflecting on the life that led to this moment, memories flooded his mind. Abandoned as a child, navigating life's journey alone, dedicating themselves to the study of medicine, yet never experiencing the warmth of companionship or the tender embrace of love.

"And now, I am dead because I tried to save a girl," he mused, contemplating the fleeting nature of existence. But amidst the regrets, a flicker of desire emerged—a longing for a chance at a different life, one filled with love and family.

Lost in contemplation within the enveloping darkness, a sense of being watched stirred within them. With trepidation, he turned his gaze, searching for the source of the unseen presence.

"Is anyone there?" he called out tentatively, his voice laced with uncertainty and fear.

"Don't be afraid," came a soft, melodious voice, gently soothing his troubled soul.

As if in response to the reassuring words, a radiant light pierced the darkness, revealing the breathtaking visage of an angelic being. With golden curls cascading around her, eyes like precious pearls, and ethereal wings unfurled behind her, she exuded a celestial beauty that left him awestruck.

"Wow, um, sorry," he stammered, attempting to backtrack with embarrassment. "I mean... impressive."

In the presence of such divine beauty, all fear and doubt melted away, replaced by a sense of wonder and reverence. And in that moment, amidst the mysteries of the afterlife, a newfound hope blossomed within him—a hope for a future filled with love, connection, and the promise of a second chance.