His Wife, Her Lover, And The Lies

His Wife, Her Lover, And The Lies

Madel Cerda

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The world came back with a roar, a wall of sound and heat that shook the truck. It was happening again. Trapped in my vehicle, surrounded by a raging wildfire, I looked at Jessica, my wife, and Dylan, her lover. This wasn't my first life, where I just died in the flames. This time, they didn't simply abandon me. As the inferno closed in, Jessica's eyes turned cold, calculating. "Block the hole," she commanded, throwing the fire shelter-the one I'd bought-over Dylan. They shoved me into the gap, turning me into a screaming, human shield. I woke up in a burn unit, every inch of my body ablaze with pain. Yet, they were on national TV, lauded as "Cascade Survivors," my wife's perfectly placed tears painting me as a reckless coward. They came to my hospital bed, not for sympathy, but to threaten divorce, demanding I confirm their lies, all while actively stealing my very last dollars. Scalded, slandered, and stolen from, a cold, pure rage began to burn inside me, finally erasing every last trace of the love I once held for her. They thought I was broken, utterly annihilated. They thought I had nothing left to lose. They were wrong. With bandaged, trembling fingers, I reached for my phone. "My name is Liam Hale," I rasped, "and I need to report a crime. My credit card has been stolen, and I know exactly who did it."

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The world came back with a roar, a wall of sound and heat that shook the truck. It was happening again. Trapped in my vehicle, surrounded by a raging wildfire, I looked at Jessica, my wife, and Dylan, her lover.

This wasn't my first life, where I just died in the flames. This time, they didn't simply abandon me. As the inferno closed in, Jessica's eyes turned cold, calculating. "Block the hole," she commanded, throwing the fire shelter-the one I'd bought-over Dylan. They shoved me into the gap, turning me into a screaming, human shield.

I woke up in a burn unit, every inch of my body ablaze with pain. Yet, they were on national TV, lauded as "Cascade Survivors," my wife's perfectly placed tears painting me as a reckless coward. They came to my hospital bed, not for sympathy, but to threaten divorce, demanding I confirm their lies, all while actively stealing my very last dollars.

Scalded, slandered, and stolen from, a cold, pure rage began to burn inside me, finally erasing every last trace of the love I once held for her. They thought I was broken, utterly annihilated. They thought I had nothing left to lose.

They were wrong. With bandaged, trembling fingers, I reached for my phone. "My name is Liam Hale," I rasped, "and I need to report a crime. My credit card has been stolen, and I know exactly who did it."

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