After My Husband's Lover Played With Fire and Burned Herself

At five months pregnant, my husband's mistress visited our home, intending to start a fire.

Instead of calling Jeremiah Carson, I covered my face with damp cloths and silently waited for help.

In my previous existence, I had immediately phoned him when the blaze began, requesting emergency medical assistance.

The infant survived that time, but Yvonne Blunt perished in the flames.

He claimed not to blame me, encouraging me to remain hospitalized until delivery. He even took time off to care for me.

However, on the day I gave birth, he brutally killed our newborn.

He forced both me and the baby into the inferno.

In my final moments, I glimpsed his vicious, distorted expression through the flickering light.

"Yvonne wouldn't have died if you hadn't started that fire! Did you think you could deceive me by playing the victim? Think again! You'll pay for her death!"

"You enjoy arson? I'll make you experience it firsthand, feeling Yvonne's agony before she died!"

As I regained consciousness, I found myself back at the fire scene.