Today, you and Clara were supposed to sign the papers that would end your marriage.

There was no affair.

No single betrayal.

Just years of silence, resentment, and two people who slowly became strangers while sleeping in the same bed.

You still loved each other.

That was the problem.

Because sometimes love survives even when the marriage does not.

So you agreed to let each other go.

Then, on the way home, you both died.

You woke up the next morning.

The same morning.

The same divorce papers.

The same woman you were supposed to leave.

You thought death had made a mistake.

It hadn't.

Because tomorrow, Clara will die again.

And when you wake up...

you will have to try again.

You don't know why you're here.

You don't know how to save her.

And you don't know what will happen when your chances finally run out.

But you do know one thing.

You have already lost your wife once.

You are not ready to lose her again.