As the terrifying heatwave approached, my husband Jack took in his female boss. I naively thought they had a purely professional relationship, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. That day, I returned home after scavenging for supplies, only to hear sounds of pleasure coming from the bedroom – my husband and his boss. Enraged, I burst in and started fighting with her, but Jack, his sister Emily, and his mother Martha overpowered me and tied me up. Emily’s rabid dog then mauled me to death. Fearing rabies, they abandoned the idea of keeping me as a food source. Instead, they threw my body outside, where it dried up in the heat, leaving nothing but jerky. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to two months before the heat apocalypse began. “Why are you home?” Jack asked, his face panicked when he saw me. Oh right, in my previous life, I should have been at work at this time. “I’m just grabbing something,” I replied. “Oh, okay. Be quick then.” Jack’s expression was unnatural. I noticed the sound of running water in the bathroom. “Who’s in there?” As soon as I asked, the water stopped. Rachel opened the bathroom door. “Lily, the shower in my place broke down. I hope you don’t mind me using yours?” Rachel said with a grin. She was Jack’s boss and lived in the apartment above us. I wanted to curse, but I held it in. What was the point of being reborn? It must be for revenge. “We’re neighbors, of course I don’t mind you taking a shower here,” I said with a casual smile. In my previous life, I had thought Rachel and Jack only got together in the safe house. Now I realized these two had been having an affair for a long time. “I forgot to bring a change of clothes. Can I borrow something of yours?” Rachel asked shamelessly. “Sure!” I agreed readily. After putting on my clothes, Rachel came out of the bathroom. “It’s so tight,” she said, twisting her body affectedly. I had given her a T-shirt with a Pikachu print and a pair of casual pants. When she put on the T-shirt, the Pikachu looked like it had gained three sizes. The casual pants looked like they were painted on her. Jack couldn’t take his eyes off the Pikachu, almost drooling. After a moment, he caught himself and quickly turned to ask me, “Are you still building that safe house?” “Yes.” “It’s not like the apocalypse is coming. Don’t waste your energy,” Jack said disapprovingly. “Lily, you’ve been watching too many disaster movies. It’s so cute,” Rachel said with a forced laugh. “I’m sorry you had to see this, Rachel,” Jack sighed. I swallowed my anger and left the apartment. Rachel was divorced with no children, 34 years old, six years older than Jack. She owned several apartments in this complex and was undoubtedly wealthy. In my previous life, when the heat apocalypse came, Jack said Rachel hadn’t prepared any supplies and wanted to take her in. He always talked about how Rachel took care of him at work. I thought we shouldn’t forget kindness, so I agreed. Little did I know that my kindness would lead to my demise. This time, I would make sure this pair of cheaters tasted death too. I arrived at the safe house in Greenville. The workers were drenched in sweat. It was May, but the temperature was already around 104°F and had been for a month. I was a researcher at the Environmental Research Institute and had keenly sensed that the world was heading towards a heat apocalypse, so I started building a safe house. The two-story safe house was almost complete. I took out the design drawings and instructed the workers to build a 4,300 square foot basement underneath. In my previous life, I hadn’t built a basement. “Thank you all for your hard work. The schedule is tight, but I’ll double your pay,” I told the workers. In the apocalypse, money would be worthless anyway. On my way home in the evening, passing by a lottery store, I suddenly remembered the winning numbers from my previous life – 228882+3. These numbers were easy to remember but so unpopular that no one had won the jackpot. I got excited when I saw the total prize pool was over $1.2 billion. To survive the apocalypse, I needed enough supplies, and to buy supplies, I needed money. I entered the store and asked the owner for paper and a pen. I wrote down 100 sets of numbers, including the jackpot numbers, betting $2,000 on each set, for a total of $200,000. The store owner was delighted. “I hope you win,” he said. “Thank you.” The draw was tonight.
When I got home, Jack was in the bathroom washing clothes. He was washing Rachel’s underwear. “Rachel forgot to take her clothes after showering, so I thought I’d help wash them and bring them up to her when they’re dry,” Jack said awkwardly. In the past, I would have had a fight with Jack and taken the underwear to Rachel’s place to curse her out. But I had come back to hunt these cheaters, so I had to control myself. “Rachel is your boss. Washing her clothes and kissing up to her might help you get a promotion and raise,” I said hypocritically. Jack was surprised for a moment, then showed an understanding smile. “Honey, you’re so wise.” After hanging up the underwear, the doorbell rang. Jack went to answer it. It was Rachel, wearing a skimpy spaghetti strap dress, braless and voluptuous. “I’m here for my underwear,” she said coyly. “I washed them and hung them out to dry. I’ll bring them up to you when they’re ready,” Jack replied. “Jack, you’re so thoughtful. By the way, the drain in my kitchen is clogged. Could you help me unclog it?” she asked in a sweet voice. “Sure, I’ll go get my tools,” Jack said, hurrying off to fetch them. Rachel leaned against the door and said to me sourly, “Lily, I’m so envious that you have a husband who can do everything.” I held back the urge to slap her and forced a smile. “Rachel, I’m sure you’ll find your Mr. Right someday.” “We have ride-sharing services and power bank rentals these days. If only we could have husband-sharing too. Haha, I’m just kidding,” she said, putting on airs. Jack came out with his tools. Rachel said, “My drain has been clogged for a while, so it might take some time to fix. Lily, don’t get any wrong ideas, okay?” “Rachel, I’m not that petty. Jack is your subordinate, feel free to use him,” I said with a smile. Jack only had a middle school education. When I met him, he was a water delivery man who often came to the research institute. We got to know each other over time. He pursued me for a year. As an orphan, I longed for a family, and touched by his persistence, I married him. After marriage, I had him quit his job and enrolled him in an adult education program, tutoring him myself. I supported him for two years until he got his associate degree. Then he entered the media company where Rachel worked. Thinking about Jack’s betrayal in my previous life, I gritted my teeth. At 11 PM, I checked the lottery results. 228882+3 was indeed the jackpot winner. With my 200x bet, that meant $1 billion. After 20% tax, it would be $800 million. Jack came home around 1 AM, smelling of shower gel. He had obviously showered at Rachel’s place. He was exhausted and started snoring as soon as he lay down. Apparently, unclogging the drain had taken a lot of effort. At 9 AM, I went to the lottery center and claimed my $800 million prize. With such a large sum of money, I hired another 50 renovation workers and expanded the original 4,300 square foot basement to 8,600 square feet. I went to food factories and bought large quantities of food, to electric machinery factories for imported generators, drills, and other essential equipment for the apocalypse, and to pharmaceutical factories for various medicines. Finally, I went to the country’s top protective equipment research institute, which had been involved in making spacesuits. I ordered 5 sets of high-temperature resistant protective suits according to my specifications, each costing $1 million. As I was leaving, the director said to me meaningfully, “I hope we all live to see the end.”
A month later, Jack’s mother Martha and his sister Emily came to our place. “Lily, are you trying to kill me with salt? Is that what you want, for me to die so you can be happy?” Martha spat out her food and threw her chopsticks at my face. This was the umpteenth time she had found fault with me. The reason for her bullying was that after three years of marriage, I still hadn’t given the family a child. In my previous life, I had thrown my fertility report in Martha’s face, telling her to open her dog eyes and see who really couldn’t have children. At the time, Martha was shocked but still adamantly refused to believe her son couldn’t father children. “I’ll make some new dishes,” I said, pretending to be meek and submissive. Martha and Emily were stunned. How had I become so obedient? After the meal, I mixed some food to feed Emily’s vicious dog. “Buddy, come, dinner time,” I called, suppressing the urge to kill it. Emily was shocked. The dog and I had never gotten along. It would bark furiously whenever it saw me, and I wanted to skin and eat it every time I saw it. After the dog finished eating, I went to pat its head. “Woof woof woof…” It turned on me as soon as it finished eating. I bared my teeth, thinking: Just wait, I’ll kill you soon enough. The temperature rose day by day. Two months later, it reached 118°F. The earth cracked, roads softened, and rivers dried up. Social order broke down. People realized the crisis and started panic buying supplies. Countless people died every day. The residential areas in the city lost water and electricity. The buildings became like giant steamers, roasting people into jerky. I took Jack’s family to live in the safe house. Jack praised me for my foresight, calling me the savior of the family. A week after moving into the safe house. “Lily, I want to discuss something with you,” Jack said. “Go ahead.” “Can we take Rachel in to live with us? She didn’t stock up on food before the heat came, and she’s in a dangerous situation now.” The same scene, the same conversation as in my previous life. The difference was, in my previous life, I had considered it for hours. This time, I agreed readily. Soon, Rachel arrived at the safe house. Just like in my previous life, she hugged Jack tearfully to thank him: “Thank you for taking me in. When this heat is over, I’ll definitely repay you.” I had built the safe house, yet she was thanking Jack. A month passed, and it was the day I had been killed in my previous life. Without the lottery winnings and the basement in my previous life, the stockpiled food only lasted a year. I would go out in a protective suit every few days to search for supplies and check the environment. “Be careful!” Jack said with concern. “Mm-hmm.” I put on the protective suit and left the safe house. Outside the main entrance, what used to be a forest was now a wasteland of sand and rocks. Behind a huge boulder, I brushed away some sand to reveal an alloy steel door. Opening it and going down the stairs led to the basement corridor. I opened the basement’s iron door, turned on the generator and air conditioning, and cool air started flowing. While building the basement, we had discovered an underground river. I used a pump to bring the water up and let it settle in a reservoir. After drinking a spoonful of ice-cold underground water, I felt refreshed. I walked into the warehouse, where the shelves were stacked full of food. I casually took a can of beef and a vacuum-packed crystal duck, then went to the monitoring station. In this life, I had bought several billion dollars worth of food. Without considering spoilage, I could eat for a lifetime. I turned on the monitors, and all the rooms of the safe house appeared on the screen. This time, I had installed hidden cameras in the safe house early on to monitor their every move. I ate my canned beef while watching the screen. Before long, Rachel entered the master bedroom. “I’m so hungry. I want to eat a sausage.” In the apocalypse, food was precious. Their daily food rations were fixed – enough not to starve, but not enough to feel full. I, on the other hand, could eat whatever I wanted in the basement during my “supply runs.” “I have a sausage here for you to eat,” Jack said with a wicked smile. He didn’t know that I was smiling wickedly too. Just as Rachel was eating enthusiastically, I pressed the internal-external circulation ventilation key of the integrated central air conditioning. Immediately, hot air from outside entered the master bedroom. “Why did it suddenly get so hot?” Rachel raised her head in confusion. “I feel it too. It’s so hot,” Jack agreed. They looked up at the air vent on the ceiling. “I can’t take it anymore. It’s too hot,” Rachel said, not even bothering to put on clothes as she rushed to open the bedroom door. The bedroom door was electronic, and I had already remotely locked it. “Why won’t the door open?” she asked in panic. Jack tried to open it too, but couldn’t. I watched the temperature display for the bedroom on the monitoring station: 113°F… 122°F… 125°F… The master bedroom was now like a fiery mountain, with heat waves scorching their skin. “Mom, Emily… save us!” Jack banged on the door, begging for help. “Ah… it hurts so much!” Rachel screamed heart-rendingly.
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