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When I was trapped in a fire, my firefighter fiancé, instead, mobilized all his resources to save his suicidal
ex–girlfriend.
I didn’t call him, just simply watched as our carefully decorated home burned to ashes.
Because of in my past life, he answered my call first and came to save me when I was pregnant. This led to his beloved girl, having a recurrence of her depression. In the end, she jumped off the 18th floor and was left horribly disfigured.
He claimed he didn’t regret saving me and our baby, and we proceeded with our wedding as planned.
But on our wedding day, he broke my leg and forced me to kneel at his ex’s gravestone.
“The fire at our place wasn’t even that bad, Olivia,” he’d snarled. “You deliberately sent me away so I
couldn’t save her!”
“Celine was so kind and gentle. Why wasn’t it you who died?!”
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the fire.
This time, if he wanted to save Celine, I’d let him go.
Thick smoke billowed around me, causing me to cough uncontrollably. I quickly took out my phone and
dialed $11.
The voice that answered was painfully familiar.
“Hey, Olivia. Benson said you’d call, and I never thought that–you actually did.”
It was Jason Simpson, my fiancé Benson Blake’s colleague and supposedly his best friend.
“Jason, there’s a fire at my place. Please send someone quickly,” I said urgently.
Just then, a wooden wardrobe near me cracked from the heat and collapsed. A burning piece grazed my skin, and I couldn’t help but hiss in pain.
Despite the emergency, Jason’s tone remained casual, not taking my words seriously at all.
“Come on, Olivia, quit the act.”
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“Benson already told me what’s going on. He said you’d be jealous when you found out he went to save
his ex, so you’d fake an emergency.”
“Look, I’ll be straight with you–we’re short–staffed right now. Stop making a scene.”
“This is literally a life–and–death situation he’s handling. You guys are getting married soon, so all this jealousy and suspicion? Not healthy for your relationship.”
The fire was growing more intense by the second. I didn’t have time for Jason’s lecture, so I hung up.
What he thought of me was the least of my concerns now.
Looking at this apartment that held five years of memories with Benson, I sighed deeply and placed my hand on my belly.
I never expected to be reborn to this exact moment.
In my previous life, this fire happened too.
Back then, I called Benson directly.
He rushed over with a team to put out the fire. His ex, Celine, had called him over a dozen times, but he didn’t hear his phone.
Later, we found out that Celine had experienced a severe depressive episode that day and jumped from
“enth floor.
After our narrow escape, as I cried in Benson’s arms, he told me he didn’t regret saving me and our
unborn child.
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Our wedding proceeded as planned. I wore the wedding dress I’d dreamed of, marrying the man I’d been with for over five years. Just as I thought we were beginning our new life together, he delivered a devastating blow.
Benson broke my leg with such force that blood soaked my wedding dress. He ignored my agony, drove me to the spot where Celine had jumped, and forced me to kneel and apologize to her.
But I truly didn’t know what I’d done wrong.
Benson was my fiancé, the father of my unborn child.
Why did his choice to save me become my fault?
He, however, didn’t care about any of that.
His eyes were bloodshot, like a madman who’d lost someone he deeply loved: “The fire at our place
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wasn’t even that bad, Olivia. You deliberately sent me away so I couldn’t see her one last time!”
“If I hadn’t found Celine’s diary, I would never have known how cruel you really are!”
“Her depression was your doing. Celine was so kind and gentle. Why couldn’t it have been YOU who died
instead?”
