My husband won the thirty million lottery and wanted a divorce. That night, I packed my bags and returned to my hometown. Two weeks later, the heatwave struck, and chaos ensued everywhere. I relaxed in my well-stocked rural villa, enjoying an ice cream bar. Meanwhile, my husband, with our son and his childhood sweetheart, was reduced to begging in the neighborhood, savoring the last drop of water they could find, reassuring himself, “I have money; money can buy anything.” I remembered how in my previous life, they locked me in the basement, where I died from dehydration. Money? First, try buying your own life! After dying from dehydration during the heatwave, I returned to the day my husband asked for a divorce. “Chloe is pregnant! I’m warning you, stop clinging!” Ethan shouted at me, his spit flying. His childhood sweetheart, Chloe, hid behind him, offering candies to my son. As I felt the cool air from the air conditioning, the suffocating sensation of being burned alive during the heatwave dissipated. I took deep breaths of fresh air. Looking at Ethan’s menacing face, I suppressed my growing hatred and agreed to the divorce without hesitation. He was taken aback, not expecting me to relent so easily, and looked at me suspiciously: “Really? You’re not planning anything, are you?” I glanced at the calendar on my phone—only seven days until the heat apocalypse. Time was short. “We either go to City Hall now, or I walk away. Your choice, Ethan.” My son, with a disdainful look, urged: “Who cares if she’s planning something? This old woman isn’t fit to be my mom!” “You need to divorce her so I can recognize Chloe as my mom!” Chloe gave Ethan a shy, coy look. Ethan shivered and eagerly drove us to City Hall. On the way, Ethan was grinning foolishly, while my son didn’t even glance at me, nestled in Chloe’s arms, full of attachment. I fought the urge to drive the car off the overpass with the three of them inside. In the last life, when the heatwave hit, Ethan and Chloe locked me in the basement, leaving me to suffer and die from the heat. This time, I swore they would pay for their blood debts.
When dividing the assets, I only took my savings card, which had 400,000 yuan. Ethan couldn’t help but boast, “Look how good I am to you. You’ve freeloaded for so many years, and I never asked for rent.” Internally, I was full of scorn, controlling the urge to slap him. “Since you were so sensible and agreed to divorce, I’ll give you an extra 100,000, so you don’t end up scavenging on the streets.” I gladly accepted the 100,000 yuan Ethan transferred. You can have issues with fools, but never with money. Besides, I knew Ethan was quite wealthy now. Three days ago, he won a thirty million lottery prize. He wanted to live with Chloe before claiming the prize, so he schemed to divorce me. In my past life, I had no idea. I thought I had a decent husband and a third-grade son, so I tried to protect my family as much as possible. Until I saw Chloe posting intimate photos with Ethan on my Snapchat feed, with the caption: “After years apart, after life’s twists and turns, it’s still you.” Ethan’s smiling face in the photo was a stark contrast to his usual impatient demeanor. I thought of how the whole family treated me after Chloe returned: Ethan mocked me for always asking for money and having no self-respect. My elementary school son despised me for not letting him play video games or eat snacks, calling me a “bad woman.” In the previous life, I rushed to the scene, gave Chloe a slap, and called her a “homewrecking sl*t,” only to be locked in the basement by them. One slap couldn’t make up for the pain of being roasted alive! I wanted them to die a hundred, a thousand times more painfully than I did! After leaving City Hall, I watched as my son jumped into Chloe’s arms. Ethan joyfully led them both away, the family of three laughing like they were on top of the world. Laugh now, but soon you won’t be able to.
Back home, I immediately began planning how to purchase supplies to protect myself. Halfway through my plan, Ethan returned with our son. Seeing his smug, satisfied expression, I guessed he had claimed the thirty million. I couldn’t be bothered to deal with the two of them and continued drawing and writing on my tablet. My son ran over, shouting, “I want to go to Miami with Dad. Hurry up and pack our things!” “I’m not your nanny. Find someone else to do it.” My son angrily threw a water cup at me, “You’re my mom; you have to do everything for me! Or I’ll have Dad hit you.” The shattered glass cut my leg. Looking at my son’s righteous expression, I felt like killing this little brat. Before having him, I was a high-ranking executive. But because he couldn’t be left alone, I became a stay-at-home mom for ten years. In the last life, when the heatwave hit, they lived comfortably off the resources I stockpiled, while I was left to die in the basement. I begged my son for a way out. But to please Chloe, he blocked the basement vent, letting me pass out. I didn’t die instantly. I watched them take a cleaver to me, heard them greedily shout: “Get a bowl to catch it! We can drink the blood!” “She’s over 100 pounds, enough for us to drink for a while!” My son jumped first to bite into my vein. Take a step back, and the sea will be vast. But the more I endured, the angrier I got. I slapped my son, swelling his cheek. He tried to bite me, yelling for me to go back to the countryside. I glanced at Ethan, who was watching the drama, and calmly said: “If you don’t control the kid, I won’t get the marriage certificate in thirty days.” Only then did Ethan intervene, “You gave birth to him. What’s wrong with packing his clothes?” “Did I reproduce asexually?” Ethan couldn’t out-argue me, so he awkwardly packed some short sleeves and shorts, dragging our son, who made faces at me, out the door. He pretended to be affectionate, asking me to stay for a while. I didn’t agree. The city apartment would soon lose water and power in the apocalypse, not only becoming useless but also making us targets for neighbors. This time, let it be the Graham family’s grave!
Once Ethan and my son left, I wasted no time rummaging through the basement. During the three special years, I developed a habit of hoarding supplies. I had stored quite a bit of food in the basement. This time, I’m taking everything! Twenty cases of bottled water? In the heatwave, water is most precious—must take! Seven bags of rice, flour, and oil? I went through hell to get these into the basement, so I’m taking them home! The vegetables growing on the balcony? They’re my hard work; no way I’m leaving them for those jerks! Light summer clothes and quilts…wear clothes and cover with quilts in the heat? I packed them into the donation box downstairs, leaving only long sleeves and thick quilts for the Grahams. I also picked up a hammer from the toolbox and gave the air conditioner a few whacks. The already-broken unit let out a few whimpers. I hope the three of them have good endurance, wearing long sleeves at 149 degrees Fahrenheit, with nothing to eat or drink, and still thrive. While emptying the house, I spotted the familiar cleaver. My son loves meat, so I used it to chop bones. But in the past life, it became the tool they used to dismember me and drink my blood. After a moment’s pause, I took it from the cabinet and placed it on the counter. Finally, I looked around the seemingly unchanged house, now empty of supplies. I ordered several surveillance cameras, installing them in hidden spots. Once everything was done, it was past 2 PM. I didn’t care about the heat outside and quickly drove back to my hometown with my things. I’m an orphan. My parents died when I was in high school, leaving me a plot of land. The villagers were kind, pooling together to support me through college. Before giving birth, I worked hard despite Ethan’s objections, building a three-story villa in my hometown. On the day it was completed, I went door-to-door, bowing and repaying the money. When the foundation was laid, most villagers helped. They used the best materials and installed eight solar panels. To avoid potential wild animals from the mountains, they even set up an electric fence around the house. Afraid I’d neglect it for long periods, the villagers planted vegetables and dug a well, maintaining it often. Even though it was 95 degrees Fahrenheit, I stood in the garden full of fruits, laughing out loud. Thanks to my stubbornness back then, this well-equipped countryside villa by the mountains is my strongest support against the heat apocalypse and my hope for rescuing villagers. With a week left until the apocalypse, I began checking the villa’s hardware. I contacted workers to install a water filtration system and bought several home-use large batteries and power banks. Even if the solar panels broke, I could manage with self-generated power. Enough cooling sources were needed. Though the house came with a complete ventilation system, I bought seven or eight stand fans, pairing them with humidifiers to ensure comfort during the apocalypse. With just a week left until the apocalypse, I began assessing the condition of my cottage’s hardware. I reached out to workers to set up a water filtration system and purchased several large home batteries and power banks. This way, even if the solar panels fail, I can still rely on alternative power sources. I also need sufficient cooling options. Although my house is equipped with a complete ventilation AC system, I wasn’t completely reassured, so I bought seven or eight stand fans and matching humidifiers to ensure I can stay cool even after the world ends. The home freezers weren’t enough. I bought an entire row of commercial freezers from the shelves, placing three on each floor of the basement. Thankfully, my house is spacious enough, so storing all this equipment didn’t make it feel cramped. After reviewing my home’s layout, I ordered five extra-large water barrels, four home fish tanks, a row of breeding cages, and a set of indoor gardening tools. I arranged for the workers to deliver these the next day. After purchasing all these items, I found myself out of money. I didn’t hesitate and quickly downloaded loan apps on my phone, borrowing nearly a million from them. By the time the water filtration system was installed, it was already late at night. I hastily ate a meal and lay in bed to rest, preparing for the challenges ahead.
The next day, I started stocking up on essentials. Not knowing how long the extreme heat apocalypse would last, I bought items focusing on quantity rather than cost. At the market, I purchased dozens of cattle, sheep, pigs, and chickens, asking the vendors to butcher and sort them. I also bought a batch of easy-to-raise rabbits and Chinese quail, planning to keep them in a small compartment on the third floor as fresh meat reserves. I stocked up on heat-resistant vegetable seeds and fertilizers in large quantities. With more time on hand, I rushed to the wholesale supermarket. I got 400 pounds each of rice and flour and ordered 500 barrels of bottled water. Various seasonings were tossed into the shopping cart by the box. I also bought a lot of instant rice and mini hot pots. In case cooking wasn’t possible, these could still provide sustenance. Considering there was still time before the apocalypse, I ordered dozens more boxes of snacks, drinks, and fruits, along with various daily necessities and kitchenware. I practically cleared out entire shelves. The cashier was shocked at checkout, so I told him these were for donations. He then happily arranged for a vehicle to deliver my supplies back to the village. After leaving the supermarket, I went to the local fish pond. I bought ten each of five easy-to-raise fish species, as well as some fry, planning to throw them into the fish tanks for breeding. Passing by a clothing store, I packed up lightweight quick-dry clothes and some winter clothes for unforeseen needs. Lastly, I headed into a pharmacy, buying dozens of boxes of every type of medicine, especially those targeting heatstroke dehydration and mosquito bites. Driving a seven-seater, it took me three trips to move everything back home. After finishing all this, I opened my phone to check on Ethan’s family. Opening social media, I saw Ethan’s close-up. It was clear they were having a great time in Miami, staying at a luxury hotel that cost thousands a night and enjoying freshly caught seafood. Even their son received a full set of electronics from Chloe. Watching the three of them so carefree, I couldn’t help but smile with a sense of detachment. Enjoy your last grand celebration.
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