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My neighbor burst into my house, his voice a mix of fear and urgency, causing my heart to race.
"Maya, there's a fire at your factory!"
Without hesitation, I grabbed the nearest jacket and rushed out. The dark plume of smoke in the distance was unmistakable.
Upon reaching the factory entrance, I found chaos. My cousin Lucia and mother-in-law Evelyn were frantically trying to open the locked electronic door. Evelyn was pounding on it, her voice hoarse from yelling.
"We need to break this door down!" Evelyn cried, tears streaming down her face as she continued to hit the door.
Beside her, Lucia paced anxiously, her face red and sweaty. She waved her arms, shouting at the growing crowd of spectators.
"There's someone inside! We have to get this door open now!"
As soon as Lucia spotted me, her eyes filled with desperation and rage. She stumbled towards me, grabbing my arm for support before pointing at the blaze.
"Harvey's trapped inside!" she yelled, her voice cracking. "You need to save your husband! You've got the card and you're the only one who knows the password!"
Sweat trickled down my neck as I looked at the burning factory. My chest felt tight, but I shook my head calmly, my voice steady amid the chaos.
"We should call the fire department for assistance," I said, taking out my phone. My fingers moved slowly across the screen, a stark contrast to the frantic atmosphere around me.
Evelyn whirled to face me, her expression contorting with rage. Her voice quivered as she pointed an accusing finger at me.
"He went in there looking for your accounting records, and now it's on fire! How can you just stand here watching? Are you even human?"
I met her gaze without flinching. Her wild eyes searched mine for any sign of emotion, but I merely shrugged, my nonchalance only fueling her anger.
"The fire's too dangerous," I stated. "What if I get injured?"

Wife's Cold Revenge in a Fiery Inferno

The journalists exchanged a swift, knowing look before simultaneously nodding. The reporter with thinning hair adjusted his spectacles, leaned in, and inquired, "We've heard that your spouse was trapped in the burning facility yesterday, yet you, his wife, refused to unlock the door to rescue him. Is this correct? And if so... how could you possibly justify such an action?"


I bobbed my head, maintaining a composed demeanor despite the palpable tension in the room. "Indeed, that's accurate, but the accounts you've heard are incomplete."


Evelyn let out an audible scoff, drawing the reporters' attention. "Incomplete? Oh, please," she retorted sarcastically. "What else is there to add, hmm? You've already said plenty, you viper!" Her sharp words cut through the murmuring crowd, prompting some live-streamers to focus their cameras, eager to capture the unfolding drama.


I met her gaze steadily, my voice level. "You might consider adding the authorities to the equation."


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