After the fire, I no longer stopped Jason Johnson from saving Cecilia Johnson. I could only watch helplessly as my Jason rushed into the flames, only to be swallowed by the blaze. In my previous life, on the day of my wedding with Jason, a fire suddenly broke out at the hotel. Jason and I managed to escape in time, but Cecilia, who had no blood relation to him, was trapped inside. The fire was too intense, and as Jason was about to rush into the burning building to save her, I did everything I could to stop him. Eventually, the fire was successfully extinguished, but nothing remained of Cecilia, not even her bones. Jason said he didn’t blame me, but on our third wedding anniversary, he bought two diving tickets for me and our son. One hundred meters underwater, his face contorted with rage as he pulled out our oxygen tubes. “You prevented me from saving Cecilia back then, so you should pay with your own life.” I cried that our son was innocent, but he turned and left without looking back. My son and I died from suffocation, and only after death did I learn the truth. My Jason had been deeply in love with Cecilia, despite their lack of blood relation. He harbored hatred toward me for stopping him from saving her, believing I had caused him to lose the person he truly loved. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the fire. 1 I was awakened by thick smoke, immediately realizing I had been reborn. I frantically searched for Jason and found him trying to rush in to rescue Cecilia, who had no blood relation to him. “Jason.” I called his name. He glanced at me with displeasure while continuing his attempts to break down the door. “Don’t try to stop me. Even though Cecilia and I aren’t related by blood, she calls me Uncle, so I must look after her!” “If you want to leave, then go, but I’m not leaving! If you’re not going to help, don’t get in my way!” In this life, instead of stopping him, I promptly responded: “Fine.” Jason’s face instantly showed shock. His body froze momentarily before he quickly regained his composure and continued forcing the door open. Without further hesitation, I rushed out immediately. Half an hour later, Jason emerged from the burning building carrying Cecilia. I keenly noticed his limping gait and the blood-soaked left knee of his pants. He didn’t even glance at me before boarding the ambulance with Cecilia. In my previous life, a fire suddenly broke out at the hotel on my wedding day with Jason. The flames were fierce, yet Jason was determined to rush into the fire to save Cecilia. I tried repeatedly to stop him, and eventually succeeded. Cecilia ultimately perished in the fire. Jason harbored intense hatred toward me, which extended to the child I bore him. On our third wedding anniversary, which was also the third anniversary of Cecilia’s death, he tricked me and our son into going diving, then secretly removed our oxygen tubes. I begged him desperately to spare our son, offering my own life in exchange. However, he merely watched coldly as we both suffocated to death. It was on that day I discovered he had always secretly loved Cecilia, despite their lack of blood relation. In this life, when I saw him willing to risk his own safety to rush into danger to save her, I chose to let him go. That same day, I submitted a volunteer teaching application to my school. Harold’s voice revealed his surprise: “Isabel Lincoln, you just got married, and the teaching commitment is at least three years. Are you sure about this?” Without any hesitation, I replied: “Absolutely! I’ll report to the new school in seven days!” In this life, I was determined to leave this place and let the two of them have their wish.
2 My injuries were minor, and the wounds were quickly treated. Cecilia had not yet regained consciousness, and Jason, completely disregarding his own injuries, insisted on personally staying by her side to care for her. Even the doctor couldn’t bear to watch and asked me, as his fiancée, to talk some sense into him. I looked at his knee and noticed it had stopped bleeding, but his knees were bent at completely different angles. The injured side seemed dislocated. “Your leg injury is serious. Why don’t you see a doctor first, and I’ll stay here to watch over Cecilia,” I suggested. He glared at me and said impatiently: “I’m a grown man. This little injury is nothing. Besides, if she wakes up and doesn’t see me, she’ll start crying again!” I couldn’t help but marvel at this. Cecilia was already twenty years old, no longer a little girl in the crying phase. She liked to stick close to Jason, constantly calling him “Uncle Jason” all day long. Even after Jason and I had married, she showed no sense of boundaries, and often deliberately tried to drive a wedge between us. We had argued about this many times, and each time Jason would say I was narrow-minded, making too much of an issue with a young girl. He accused me of having a dirty mind, slandering the pure “uncle-niece” relationship between him and Cecilia. He claimed that he had watched Cecilia grow up, and she was just used to depending on him. Thinking of all this, I stopped trying to persuade him to get his injured leg examined. Jason looked at me with a hint of impatience and said in an unfriendly tone: “Your wound has been treated, so why are you still standing here? Hurry back and make some porridge for Cecilia. She’ll definitely be hungry when she wakes up! Make her favorite clam porridge, remember to add green onions, and go easy on the salt—she has wounds, so the flavor can’t be too strong.” I looked at him helplessly: “You order something instead. I’m injured, tired, and don’t want to run around anymore.” Jason frowned and was about to say something when Cecilia lying on the hospital bed woke up. She weakly called out “Uncle Jason,” and he immediately limped to her side. “Cecilia, you’re finally awake! Do you know how scared Uncle Jason was? You’ve been with me since you were seven, and I’ve put so much effort into raising you into a young lady! If anything had really happened to you today, how could Uncle Jason go on living!” Cecilia’s eyes reddened as she lay in the hospital bed. “Uncle Jason, don’t cry anymore. How could Cecilia bear to leave you? Cecilia vowed on her eighteenth birthday that she would always stay by Uncle Jason’s side! Uncle Jason, even though you never understand what Cecilia is thinking, you just need to know that Cecilia won’t leave you!” Jason quickly grabbed her hand and pressed it against his cheek. “I understand, I understand everything! It’s just that in this life… But Cecilia, don’t worry. Uncle Jason will never abandon you, no matter who tries to stop me!” As he said this, he glanced at me briefly, then continued in a stern voice: “Isabel, hurry home and make porridge for Cecilia! Why can’t you be as sensible as Cecilia and give me some peace of mind?” “Uncle Jason!” Cecilia called out in a coquettish tone, then gently covered Jason’s mouth with her hand. “Uncle Jason shouldn’t talk to Aunt Isabel like that. If Aunt Isabel doesn’t want to make porridge for Cecilia, then forget it. It doesn’t matter if Cecilia goes hungry. I just hope Uncle Jason and Aunt Isabel won’t argue because of me anymore!” Jason couldn’t stand to see her teary-eyed, pitiful expression. His face immediately darkened, and he shouted at me furiously: “Isabel, can’t you understand what I’m saying? I’m telling you clearly, if you don’t make this porridge today, then we might as well not have our wedding ceremony next week! This is the wedding you’ve been dreaming about for five years. You really need to think carefully about this!” In my previous life, I would have given in to him after such a threat. But now, I just looked at him calmly and said in a flat tone: “Fine, then let’s not have it.”
3 After returning home, I organized all my belongings and mailed them to the address of the volunteer teaching school. When Jason came back, he frowned at the noticeably emptier marital home and asked, “Why is there so much less stuff here?” I disagreed with his assessment and replied, “Oh, I donated them to the mountain areas.” “You donated them? Those were all newly purchased when we decorated our home, and Cecilia personally selected them with great care!” As he said this, his expression turned displeased, but considering he wanted to save my face, he softened his expression and said, “Fine, you’re the lady of this house. We’ll do as you say.” After that, Jason walked into the kitchen. He had come back this time to make porridge for Cecilia. An hour later, Jason limped out of the kitchen with his injured leg, his lips curved upward in a smile. “Look, I made an extra bowl for you. I shouldn’t have lost my temper at you in front of Cecilia today. I was just too worried because Cecilia was hurt. Don’t hold it against me.” I understood this was his signal for reconciliation. This was his usual approach—first delivering a blow, then offering a small kindness. The sad thing is, in my previous life, I was controlled by these cheap tactics. Seeing that I wasn’t drinking, he moved closer to me with a smile and said, “If you’re not drinking, are you waiting for me to feed you? You’re not still angry with me, are you?” I avoided his deliberate intimacy. Jason’s way of coaxing was both sleazy and repulsive. This time, seeing that I didn’t accept his goodwill as usual, he looked somewhat embarrassed and lost his temper again. “Isabel, when will you stop this? Are you still suspecting that Cecilia and I have something going on?” “I’ve explained to you many times that I only have an uncle-niece relationship with Cecilia! On her coming-of-age ceremony, she said those inappropriate things because she was drunk!” “And you were there that day—you saw with your own eyes how I clearly rejected her confession and gave her a stern lecture!” “Cecilia is just a child who inevitably makes mistakes. But as long as she recognizes her errors and corrects them, that’s good enough. Should we forever nail her to a pillar of shame for violating ethics just because she momentarily developed inappropriate feelings for me?” “Isabel, I’m not one to preach, but people should be forgiving. Forgive others when you can. Besides, Cecilia has already corrected her mistake. Look, she even personally designed our wedding invitations!” I lowered my head and gave a cold laugh. He actually had the nerve to bring this up. Cecilia was studying art and design. Initially, she had volunteered to design invitations for Jason and me. However, in her original draft, she used an intimate photo of herself with Jason, even Photoshopping herself into a wedding dress and writing her own name as the bride. When I confronted Jason with the invitation, he dismissed it carelessly, saying, “This is just a sample. When it’s printed, the photo will definitely be replaced with our wedding photo, and the bride’s name will be changed to yours.” “Cecilia was just trying to help. She probably used her own photo and name for convenience.” Since the wedding was approaching, I let it go. However, I had overlooked the expression of contentment and happiness on Jason’s face when he looked at that invitation. Recalling all this, my heart suddenly contracted painfully. It seemed he had long harbored inappropriate feelings for Cecilia, who had no blood relation to him. But none of this mattered anymore—I was about to leave anyway. Jason pushed the plate in front of me, his face showing slight displeasure, and said: “Isabel, why have you become so inconsiderate? Do you really not want to have our wedding ceremony? This is the wedding you’ve been dreaming about for five years.” “Do you really want to push me toward Cecilia and make those non-existent things you mentioned become reality?” “Be a good girl and finish your porridge, will you? Hmm?” I made some excuses, not wanting to argue with him further to avoid unnecessary trouble at this moment. I knew Jason was using the wedding as leverage to coerce me into compromising with him. In the past, he often threatened me this way, but this time, I wouldn’t give in. However, I didn’t show these thoughts on my face, only telling him I would drink the porridge once it cooled down. Seeing me compromise once again, Jason looked satisfied and then left. He walked into Cecilia’s room. Through the crack in the door, I heard him talking with Cecilia on the phone. “I only found the white lace one and the pink tulle one, but not the black silk set you mentioned.” “Is it in the bottom drawer? Ah, I found it! But when did you buy this black set? I had no idea about it.” Giggles came from the other end of the phone while Jason carefully held the black silk lingerie in his hands, bringing it to his nose for a sniff, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. Standing at the doorway, I felt a wave of nausea in my stomach. Jason heard a noise and came out, looking at me with slight awkwardness: “Don’t jump to conclusions. Cecilia needs to stay in the hospital for a week, and I’m here to get some clothes for her to change into. She’s allergic to disposable hospital gowns.” Then he handed me a bag from the floor and commanded: “These are Cecilia’s used underwear. Wash them properly. Make sure they’re clean, then hang them on Cecilia’s special drying rack on the balcony!” I frowned and didn’t reach out to take them. Seeing my reluctance, his expression darkened, and he shoved me aside. “Isabel, I’ve been nice enough to you! If you can’t even do this small task, what use are you to me?” “If you won’t wash them, I’ll do it myself. After all, I’ve been washing Cecilia’s underwear since she was born. I’m actually worried your dirty hands might soil Cecilia’s underwear!” Jason took the underwear into the bathroom. When he limped out, he only left with these words: “Cecilia will be discharged in seven days, and I need to stay with her.” “The day she’s discharged happens to be our wedding ceremony day. I’ll come back to pick you up for the wedding venue.” “Stay put at home these few days and don’t cause any trouble! You know very well that with just one word from me, the wedding can be canceled!” I nodded, my eyes following his retreating figure. That day, I saw Cecilia post a photo on Facebook. In the photo, an attractive purple lingerie set was displayed on the pristine hospital bed. “Uncle Jason bought me new underwear again. He says he knows my size perfectly!” I smiled, liked the post, and then took a screenshot of the image. For six consecutive days, she showcased her sweet romance, with only the last day’s content being slightly different: “Uncle Jason’s leg, which was already injured, became permanently disabled because he delayed treatment to save and take care of me. But that’s okay, I’m willing to take care of him for the rest of my life!” During these days, I wasn’t idle. I removed all traces of myself from this home. On the morning of the wedding day, I placed the wedding dress in Cecilia’s room. Then, I sent all the screenshots I had saved on my phone to Jason, and blocked all his contact methods. Finally, I took my suitcase and headed straight to the airport by taxi.
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