Eli’s “true love” always believed I had stolen her man. She came to confront me, but on her way, she accidentally started a wildfire. I didn’t call Eli for help. Instead, I ran to the top of Smoky Ridge Forest by myself. In my previous life, Eli had heard both Belle and me calling for help. Despite the pressure, he chose to save me first. Belle, devastated, refused all rescue attempts and perished in the fire. After that, Eli became incredibly attentive and caring. I thought I had finally earned his love. But shortly after giving birth, Eli wheeled Belle—seemingly disabled—into the hospital room and took our baby away. Leaning close to my ear, his voice laced with venom, he said: “Because of you, Belle almost died!” “If it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t be crippled or unable to have children!” “You’ll pay for what you’ve done. Belle and I will raise your child as our own.” In utter despair, I grabbed a paring knife and stabbed him in the chest. Then I took Belle down with me. Only in my final moments did I realize Belle had faked her death and her disability. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Belle started the fire. Content 0
“Savannah Nolan, you don’t actually think Eli loves you, do you?” “Eli and I have been together for years. Every time you struggled with morning sickness, he was with me.” “All those late-night work excuses? He was with me. The gifts he brought you? They were just my rejects.” Belle paraded her collection of photos—her “trophies”—like a proud peacock. Each one showed her in bed with Eli. But I didn’t have the energy to care about her so-called victories. Earlier, while driving up here, she’d been smoking. Her cigarette had ignited the dry brush in the forest, and the fire was spreading fast. I shoved Belle aside and sprinted toward the mountaintop, dialing the BlueSky Rescue Team. The voice on the other end was dismissive, his tone tinged with mockery. “Come on, Savannah, don’t play games with us. Is this some petty drama between you and Belle?” “This isn’t a joke! The forest is on fire! Send help!” “Save it. Public resources aren’t your playthings. If this is some stunt, it’s not funny.” Before I could say more, the line went dead. Belle was still oblivious to the spreading flames. She grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin. “What’s your problem? Everyone knows Eli and I are together. You just love playing the clown, don’t you?” “Let go!” It took all my strength to wrench free. When she finally turned and saw the fire racing toward us, her face twisted in fear. She shoved me to the ground and bolted toward the top of the ridge. But before either of us could reach safety, an explosion echoed behind us. Flames consumed everything, blocking our escape. Covering my nose and mouth with my sleeve, I could barely breathe. My lungs burned with every shallow gasp. Soon, chaotic voices rose from below—it was Eli and the BlueSky Rescue Team. “Eli…” Belle’s weak voice called out from ahead of me. Eli didn’t even glance my way. He ran straight to her. “Eli, your wife is still here!” one of the team members shouted. He hesitated for a moment but kept going. “Belle, don’t worry. I’m here now.” A sharp, aching pain spread through my chest. In my previous life, Eli had rescued me first. Belle had died in the fire. Afterward, he’d seemed like a changed man—attentive, affectionate, devoted. I thought I’d finally won his love. But every act of kindness was a blade, cutting me deeper when I wasn’t looking. When I gave birth, he brought Belle—faking disability—into my hospital room. He took our baby and left me suffocating on the shards of my broken heart. Now, as the smoke thickened around me, my vision blurred. “Belle, Belle! Are you okay? Stay with me!” Eli’s voice cracked, tinged with desperation. “Eli, what about your wife?!” One of the firefighters tried to give me an oxygen mask, but Eli pushed him away, insisting Belle needed it more. “She’s coughing her lungs out! Focus on the critical patients!” “But Savannah’s pregnant!” “So what? She’s been active throughout her pregnancy. She can walk on her own!” The disbelief in the air was palpable, but Eli’s authority silenced the dissent. Left alone in the smoke, my breaths grew shallow. My vision darkened. The last thing I saw before passing out was a firefighter rushing toward me, his face etched with determination. “Ma’am, can you hear me?!” “She’s inhaled too much smoke! And she’s pregnant—she’s unconscious!” Strong arms lifted me gently. “Stay with us, ma’am! We’ll get you out of here!” As the paramedics carried me to safety, I felt an unfamiliar sense of security—something Eli had never given me. Even as I faded in and out of consciousness, I could hear Eli soothing Belle with soft words. 0
When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed. The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of monitors. A nurse quickly fetched the doctor, who ran a series of tests. “You’re lucky we got to you in time. Smoke inhalation is serious. You’ll need time to recover, but…” The doctor hesitated. “The baby might not make it.” I already knew. I had made my decision. “Go ahead and do it,” I said, my voice trembling. The doctor paused. “We’ll need your family’s consent.” “He’s not here. He’s with his first love. When the fire started, my husband chose to save her.” A heavy silence filled the room, broken only by gasps of disbelief. “You mean the woman next door? The one who barely has a scratch but had half the staff catering to her?” “That’s your husband?” The murmurs of the medical staff carried a weight of judgment. “I thought they were a couple,” a young nurse whispered. The head nurse elbowed her, but the damage was done. I gave a bitter laugh. Everyone had seen it: the way Eli doted on Belle, leaving me to fend for myself. Pregnancy had been a lonely ordeal. Eli had blocked my number to avoid hearing my cries during bouts of morning sickness. Every checkup, I’d gone alone. And every time I begged him to accompany me, he made excuses. His colleagues adored Belle, letting her roam freely through BlueSky Rescue Team headquarters. Meanwhile, I was “the jealous wife,” a nuisance in their eyes. I’d lived through the misery of a widow-like marriage. And I was done. 0
Within days, I scheduled a medical termination. During that time, Eli never visited me once. Instead, he spent every moment by Belle’s side. The procedure went smoothly. I rested my hands on my now-flat stomach, quietly planning my next move. Outside my room, the commotion of voices broke the silence. A few nurses whispered urgently to each other. “Reporters! They’re here to interview the rescue hero!” The attending doctor rushed out to restore order, and for a while, things quieted down. But soon, a swarm of reporters burst into my hospital room, cameras and microphones thrust toward me. “Ms. Nolan, is it true you used your pregnancy to force our hero Eli Foster into marrying you?” “Rumor has it you intruded on Eli’s relationship with his first love, Isabelle Morgan. Care to comment?” The flashing lights overwhelmed me. I instinctively raised my arm to shield myself, but this only seemed to spur their relentless questions. The medical staff quickly intervened, ushering the reporters out, but I already knew who had orchestrated this. Belle wouldn’t stop until I was completely destroyed. The reporters had barely left when Eli stormed into my room. “Savannah, Belle’s been upset! Could you stop causing trouble for a couple of days?” I stared at him in disbelief. Anger boiled beneath my confusion. “You came to my room just to tell me that?” “Eli, if you’re losing your mind, take it elsewhere. I’m recovering.” “And don’t forget—I’m your wife. Belle is just a nameless mistress.” Outside the door, I heard the sound of a body hitting the floor. Belle, clearly eavesdropping, had stumbled and collapsed at the word “mistress.” Eli rushed out in a panic, gathering her into his arms. “I’m sorry, sister…” Belle murmured through her hands, tears running dramatically down her face. Yet, I caught the glint of triumph in her eyes. After placing her on a nearby chair, Eli stormed back in, his face livid. Without warning, he struck me across the face. The sting burned my cheek, but I remained calm. “I won’t let you speak about Belle that way! Apologize to her!” he roared. I smiled coldly. “Apologize? For what? Should I publish our marriage license online? Should I share footage from our home surveillance so the world can see what you and your little tramp have been doing?” “You wouldn’t dare.” His voice faltered, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. “I want a divorce, Eli.” He laughed as though I’d told a ridiculous joke. “A divorce? Savannah, is this some childish ploy to get attention?” Out in the hallway, Belle’s lips curled into a brief, victorious smile before she forced her expression back to one of pained innocence. But I saw it all. “I said, I want a divorce.” “Fine,” Eli sneered. “But don’t come crying back to me, begging for help after you realize what a mistake you’ve made.” “You won’t have to worry about that,” I said quietly. “The baby is already gone.” 0
Eli yanked back the covers, his gaze fixating on my flat stomach. For a moment, he seemed stunned, a flicker of hurt and disbelief in his eyes. What was he mourning? He’d never wanted this baby. But whatever sorrow he felt vanished as Belle, clutching his arm, began to sob softly. “It’s all my fault,” she whimpered. “If it weren’t for me, Savannah wouldn’t have had to go through this…” Eli stroked her hair, murmuring comfort. “You’re heartless, Savannah,” he spat. “Do you think this is just about the baby? You know why I saved Belle first. You know she’s…” “Depressed?” I interrupted sharply. “Eli, you’ve been using that same excuse since we started dating. Belle, you know better than anyone whether or not you actually have depression.” I let my words hang in the air before continuing. “You were right about one thing. If I hadn’t inhaled so much smoke, if I hadn’t been so physically compromised, I wouldn’t have chosen to terminate the pregnancy.” “This baby couldn’t have survived, regardless. But the ones who truly killed this child are you two.” Belle froze, her body trembling as she fainted on the spot. Eli panicked, calling for doctors and nurses. Even as they carried her out, he turned to me with a venomous glare. “Savannah, if anything happens to Belle, I’ll make sure you pay for it with your life.” He never considered the toll this had taken on me—or the child I’d just lost. All he saw was Belle’s pain. “Savannah, you’re not just heartless. You’re evil. You don’t deserve to be a mother!” “Did you even ask my permission to get rid of the baby?” “And now you’re making Belle faint with your cruel words? What is this? Some plan to attack her when she’s at her weakest?” “But let me tell you something. As long as I’m alive, I won’t let you harm Belle.” He delivered his ultimatum with cold finality. “Once you can walk again, we’re going straight to finalize the divorce.” “But before that, you’ll go online and admit everything: that you came between me and Belle, that you forced me into this marriage, and that you used this child to manipulate me.” “That way, Belle won’t carry any guilt when she finds out we’re divorced.” Even in divorce, he prioritized Belle’s feelings above all else.
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