Reborn From His Flames

Reborn From His Flames

Gavin

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One minute, I was burning alive, choking on thick smoke, watching my little girl Lily whimper beside me as Ethan's hate-filled face glowed against the inferno. The next, my eyes snapped open, and I was back at the lake house party, the very nexus where my tragic first life began, with my brother Mike approaching, red cups in hand, ready to unknowingly poison my future. Every horrifying detail of my past life flashed before me: the spiked drink, the forced marriage, the birth of my sweet Lily, and then Ethan's chilling accusation – "This is for Olivia. You and her, you're why she's gone." – moments before he condemned us to the flames on Lily's third birthday. My entire existence was a brutal, fiery brand seared into my very soul, all ignited by this one night, this simple, seemingly innocent red cup. He blamed *me* and my innocent three-year-old daughter for his perfect Olivia's car crash, orchestrated my destruction, and now I was back, staring into the face of my impending doom. An unbearable terror twisted my guts, pleading for a way to break this agonizing loop. "No," I whispered, panic clawing at my throat as I backed away from the offered drink, my hands shaking as I fumbled for my phone. I devised a desperate, selfish lie to send Olivia – anything to disrupt this timeline and carve out a new, free future for myself. I had to save myself.

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One minute, I was burning alive, choking on thick smoke, watching my little girl Lily whimper beside me as Ethan's hate-filled face glowed against the inferno.

The next, my eyes snapped open, and I was back at the lake house party, the very nexus where my tragic first life began, with my brother Mike approaching, red cups in hand, ready to unknowingly poison my future.

Every horrifying detail of my past life flashed before me: the spiked drink, the forced marriage, the birth of my sweet Lily, and then Ethan's chilling accusation – "This is for Olivia. You and her, you're why she's gone." – moments before he condemned us to the flames on Lily's third birthday.

My entire existence was a brutal, fiery brand seared into my very soul, all ignited by this one night, this simple, seemingly innocent red cup.

He blamed *me* and my innocent three-year-old daughter for his perfect Olivia's car crash, orchestrated my destruction, and now I was back, staring into the face of my impending doom.

An unbearable terror twisted my guts, pleading for a way to break this agonizing loop.

"No," I whispered, panic clawing at my throat as I backed away from the offered drink, my hands shaking as I fumbled for my phone.

I devised a desperate, selfish lie to send Olivia – anything to disrupt this timeline and carve out a new, free future for myself.

I had to save myself.

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