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.

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

I refused to forgive her and insisted to the authorities that she should receive a severe punishment.


Once she was taken into custody, Jeremiah and I were the only ones left in the questioning area.


The combined remorse from two lifetimes nearly overwhelmed his ability to think clearly.


He was so upset that his whole body shook as he stood up and then fell to his knees in front of me.


"I'm sorry, I was responsible for the child's death, it's my fault, and I take back all the mean things I said to you earlier."


"I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness. Can you do one thing for me? In all our time knowing each other, this is my only request. Please save a spot next to my child's grave. I want to be laid to rest with my child."


I looked at him with an unclear sense of what was to come.


After finishing the paperwork, I departed from the police station.


The authorities released their findings.


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