Burned Alive, Reborn Anew

cracking of my bones in the heat, the searing pain as fire consumed me, it was all branded into a soul I didn't kn

ou killed my lover and my son

I had saved, stood beside her, he

ou targeted my grandson, I'll teach

y's entire fortune to pay the ransom for the grandmother, I had taken multiple stab wounds to rescue her myself, an act the media had praised as the ultimate proof of our love. But it meant nothing. It on

through the memo

, insiste

he afternoon sun streamed through the window, glinting off the gold trim of the gaudy furniture she ha

looked at the date on my phone's screen. It was the fifth anniversary of my marriage to Olivia Reed. The d

choice for the Reed dynasty. I overlooked her coldness, her constant belittling, believing that my devotion would eventually win her over. When she gave birth to a son, Lucas, on our anniversary, I

attracted the wrong kind of attention. The kidnappers snatched Grandma Reed and demanded a hefty ransom, a sum the Reed family,

I was brutally stabbed in the process. The aftermath was a media circus. I was the hero husband. Olivia played the part of the devoted wife, tending to me in the hospital, but her eyes were cold. The public praise, the narrative of our

ing. The same number as

t time, I answered without hesitation. Last time, I promised

ringing stopped. I had hung up. A profound silence filled the room, a silence that felt

e, her face a mask of irritation. She was hold

him crying? It's our anniversary, the least you could do is h

. Lucas, a pawn in a game he n

ove my worth as a father to a child that wasn't mine. I would have fel

at her. The baby' s cries were just

," I said, my voice flat and

ectly sculpted eyebro

o be done. It's always an excuse. My grandmother is waiting. She specif

ater curse me as I burned to death. Th

es, all while my own inheritance was funneled into Olivia's lavish lifestyle. They saw me as a tool, a dependable, quiet machine that kept their world running smoothly. I was

colder this time, "I'm not feel

not the Liam she knew. This was n

am. You have to come. Wh

ang. A different ringtone, a cheer

ret smile touched her lips as she shifte

soft and intimate. "No, I'm just getting

the hall, leaving me alone with the silence and the ghost of a fire tha