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Built From The Ashes

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 873    |    Released on: 23/06/2025

efeated woman, cornered and with no options left. I told Et

ke all the time you need, C

scraped together from my diner job, the money I had been setting aside for

s the closest thing I had to a mother, a kind woman who

d the other day you saw Jessica visiting a cousin in the

hink she had any family in Mapleton. She was very secretive ab

something," I said vag

full of concern. "Chloe, be carefu

her hand a squeeze. "Don'

, rundown town, even worse than my own. I found the address Mrs. Gab

nd eyes and work-worn hands. I recognized her from my fath

lp you?"

e. I'm Frank's d

rl! My goodness, I haven't seen you sinc

tered living room. I did

ca came to you for help with a home birth,"

ed. She became wary. "I don't discuss

of the road. He almost died. And now they are blaming me for it. They are t

ory of their cruelty from my past life. I didn't need to fa

outrage. She had been a good friend of

me they were a married couple, down on their luck, trying to keep the baby a secr

good man, Chloe. He fought for people like us. I w

eye. "I'll testify. I'll tell

most made my knees buckle. It was the fi

ll for the first time in w

hat evening, the door was unloc

han's mother were insi

gings were strewn about, rummaged through. Ethan's mother was sitting in my only comfort

le of the room, a trium

were getting hungry. His mother is right, you need to lea

servant in my own home. They

hat rose in my throat. I let my face crumble,

king at the floor. "Okay

Now, be a good girl and go to the grocery s

said, my voice

the door, my mind a co

ng to the gr

to the Sheri

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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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