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

Someone even went as far as to spit on me and compare my heart to a venomous reptile or arachnid.


The ceremony was about to commence, so they had no time to bother with me and rushed inside.


I seized the chance to tail the janitorial staff and donned their uniforms, which allowed me to enter unnoticed.


The event progressed to the final moment when the couple exchanged rings.


I discreetly pulled out my phone and composed a message: [It's time to apprehend them.]


Suddenly, the hall's entrance burst open from the outside.


A team of law enforcement officers stormed in, encircling the bride and groom.


Jeremiah's brow furrowed, a mix of confusion and anger on his face.


Yvonne's eyes betrayed a hint of fear, but she struggled to maintain her composure.


As the guests glanced at each other in bewilderment, I calmly approached the platform.


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