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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 following morning, the blaze at the factory grabbed local news attention briefly before a more sensational story took over. Overnight, footage claiming to show me refusing to use the key to rescue Harvey had spread like wildfire across the internet. News organizations eagerly jumped on the controversy, plastering sensationalized headlines everywhere: [Cruel Spouse Abandons Husband in Flames?]


The online world erupted with harsh comments.


[Callous witch. Her husband should divorce her immediately!]


[She must be concealing something. Investigate her finances and romantic life—I bet there's another man involved.]


Soon after, false narratives began to circulate. Attention-seeking individuals, spotting an opportunity for fame, started concocting absurd stories of romantic entanglements and "clandestine relationships," adding fuel to the already raging inferno of gossip. My name had become synonymous with villainy in the public eye.


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