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The Day I Died and Lived Again

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 815    |    Released on: 30/05/2025

air. Her chest tightened,

atched, his small face p

en, her vision blurring.

he choked out. "N

rabbed her phone. His tiny fi

he call butt

he! She looks really bad!

bly just having a panic attack, Leo. Give her the EpiPen.

s serious! She

bulance for her," Mark said,

d in a haze of pain, Mark called b

ance I called for you, I'm diverting it to her. She's closer, and

actured. Chloe

p!" He dropped the phone and bolted for the door,

red. A sic

heard a different kind

, si

agged gasp. Her spirit felt like i

Lying on the

here, working on her, then

soul: Leo, small and broke

all. Horror. Grief. Guilt

left of it, shattered

her own tragedy, as they

ult. His neglect. His

That

er chance. If sh

k Thompson into her lif

d make t

olute. A bitter,

vow of cold fury, "if there's a

es snapp

om floor. Her chest ache

. She touched her

e

up, her heart

s wide. "Mommy? You okay? Yo

him so tight he squeak

re probably bloodshot.

eet, the thud, the sh

ndar on the wall. Toda

't happ

terrifying, s

d with a fierce, pro

t let that f

he coffee table. A no

e Da

e picked it up, her fing

ad to

vish dinner. Mark,

a new, glittering r

sees my potential. So grateful for his support in launc

p on the post

ain. Ange

e" with Chloe while married to h

uld any man be so de

the lock. Mark wal

when he s

? You look like yo

me. A smudge of lipstick, not her shade, wa

. That was his favorite phrase. It gra

her voice tight.

almost died, because you were with Chloe, what wou

ing about? That's a crazy thin

in his eyes. The utter

t it. He would

avy cloak. The bittern

wasted

k," she said, the word

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The Day I Died and Lived Again
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“Ava Rodriguez clawed for breath, her chest a suffocating vise. Her six-year-old, Leo, watched, his face pale with terror. Anaphylactic shock. Rapidly worsening. She choked out her husband Mark's name, begging him to call 911. "Mommy can't breathe!" Leo cried into the phone. But Mark, busy "networking" with his mistress Chloe, dismissed it casually as a "panic attack." Minutes later, he called back: the ambulance he'd supposedly called for Ava was now diverted to Chloe, who had only "tripped" and twisted her ankle. Ava's world fractured. Leo, a hero in his small heart, raced out for help, only to be hit by a car. A sickening thud. She watched, a ghost in her own tragedy, as paramedics covered his small, broken body. Her son was gone, because Mark chose Chloe. Devastation. Horror. Guilt. The image of Leo haunted her, a searing brand. How could a father, a husband, be so monstrously selfish? A bitter, consuming regret clawed at her soul. Chloe. Always Chloe. Then, Ava's eyes snapped open. She was on her living room floor. Leo, alive and well, ran in. It was a terrifying, impossible second chance. That catastrophic future would not happen. She would reclaim her life, protect her son, and make them pay.”
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