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Built From The Ashes

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 651    |    Released on: 23/06/2025

g, the town was b

infant to the clinic, a public spectacle of a Good Samaritan saving a life. I heard the story

the cold for hours. The doctor said he's lucky to be alive, but..

found the baby immediately. He had been perfectly healthy. My quick action had saved him from the

gan. They spread like a virus th

the mother. Why else would she be so cold? Why e

pered. I'd claimed it was a stomach bug from a rich meal I wasn't used to, but

gossip and a few well-placed words from Ethan's family, put my spot on hold. There would be an "ethics review."

oid me. The owner of the diner told me to take some time o

just as the

as there to pick up some antacids, the rich meal I' d ea

, his face a mask

his voice soft and persuasive. "The town is eati

t him, say

way they'll forgive you. And I'll help you. I'll... I'll marry you, Chloe. I

eved he held all the cards, that I was the same naive

ed, as if on cue. She looked frail, h

She "accidentally" opened her purse, and I saw it. My father

had to sell it. The baby's medical bills were piling up, and... w

g inside me boiled over. That l

sica's triumphant face to Ethan's expectan

than," I whispered, my voice ch

victory in his eyes.

as w

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“My last memory of my first life was Ethan, standing over my grave. He wasn't crying; he was smiling, that cruel twist of his lips I knew all too well. "I forgive you, Chloe," he' d whispered, putting his arm around Jessica as they walked away with the son I' d raised, leaving me to rot. They stripped me of everything: my apprenticeship, my dignity, decades of my life wasted raising their abandoned baby, "Lucky." When I got sick, they threw me away like trash, only to reveal their truth: Lucky was their child, conceived in a twisted plan to steal my future. I gasped, my eyes flying open, not in a coffin, but back in my 1995 body, young and alive, standing on a desolate back road. Just feet away, a baby carrier, and the wailing infant inside. In my past life, pity had washed over me, and I' d rushed to save him, unknowingly signing my own death warrant. This time, as I looked at the carrier, I felt nothing but a cold, hard fury. I turned my back and walked away, choosing a path of ice instead of kindness.”
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