The Bomb and the Weight of My Choice

"My husband's protégé boasted she could disarm bombs blindfolded, relying on her so-called intuition.Her reckless misjudgment triggered a bomb's secondary detonation sequence, endangering an entire building. I intervened, using the dangerous liquid nitrogen condensation method to save the day.As a result, Rita Smith was removed from frontline duties and placed under investigation.Patrick Munoz tried to defend her, but I stopped him cold. "If you back her now, you won't just fail to save her. You'll be dragged down with her."Crushed by the pressure, Rita staged an accident that killed her, leaving a letter blaming him for abandoning her in her hour of need. He said nothing, only preserving her letter in his study.Years later, he became a nationally renowned bomb disposal expert.During a terrorist attack, I was strapped to a timed explosive. He arrived to defuse it but repeated Rita's fatal mistake.As the timer ticked down, he gave a bitter laugh. "Rita was just nervous back then. If I'd supported her, she'd be a hero today."The bomb detonated, leaving nothing of me behind.When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the point when he tried to defend Rita.He didn't know that the building housed the nation's top-secret core server."