The moment the explosion went off, my wife snatched the blast shield that was supposed to be mine and turned to protect her first love. Three years of marriage. Six years fighting side by side. She never even looked back at me. She thought I was under a Curse—that I couldn’t die. She thought all my compromises, all my sacrifices, were simply my duty. She didn’t know— that in that moment, what she handed away with her own hands was the last of the lives bound by that Curse. After the bomb exploded, the entire room became an inferno, with towering flames instantly engulfing my body. The last image before my eyes was of my wife, Leah, using the blast shield that originally belonged to me to protect her first love, Justin. When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a spirit form, following Leah. At that moment, she was tenderly blowing on Justin’s hand, which had been slightly singed by the flames, her face full of concern. “Justin, your hand is all red. Let’s go to the hospital quickly to get it bandaged.” Hearing this, my heart felt as if it had been soaked in vinegar, unbearably sour. Anyone who saw this scene would comment on the deep affection between the two. But this woman was my wife of three years. She had never shown such a concerned expression for me. The redness on Justin’s palm was barely visible unless you looked closely, yet Leah was so worried. When I was engulfed in flames, she didn’t even spare me a glance. Justin looked scared. “Leah, it’s just a small injury, nothing serious. It’s a good thing you were there, or I would have been seriously hurt for sure.” Leah still looked tense: “Who says it’s a small injury? What if there’s some internal damage? I won’t be at ease until a doctor checks it out.” With that, she immediately took Justin’s hand and walked towards the exit, her usually calm face full of anxiety. Before getting into the car, Emily, a colleague from the same team, stopped her with a frown: “Lucas is still at the scene and hasn’t come out. The bomb just exploded, could something have happened to him?” Hearing my name, Leah’s expression instantly turned to disgust, her face full of impatience. “What could happen? That selfish bastard values his life too much, he’s probably hiding somewhere.” “Get out of the way quickly, Justin needs to go to the hospital, we can’t delay.” From leaving the explosion site until now, Leah hadn’t mentioned me once, hadn’t shown any concern for my safety. Even when someone else worried that something might have happened to me, she had to belittle me. I must be quite a failure as a husband in her heart. Leah pushed Emily aside and got into the car with Justin, heading straight to the hospital, ignoring Emily’s calls behind them. At the hospital, after the examination, Justin hadn’t suffered any injuries, just a small red mark on his hand where the flame had singed it. Leah, however, acted as if it was a major crisis, insisting that the doctor must bandage it well. Justin looked at her with emotion: “Leah, you’re still so good to me.” Then he hesitated before speaking again: “Without a blast shield, will Lucas be alright? After all, he came to save me. I’ll feel guilty if something happens to him.” Leah waved her hand, her words showing no concern at all. “Lucas is under a Curse, he won’t die. Your body is already not good, you can’t take any injury.” “He even tried to keep the blast shield earlier, saying he would die this time. He’s so selfish. He clearly has a Curse that can save him, yet he tried to trick me. I think he just can’t stand seeing me being good to you. When he comes back, I’m going to have a big fight with him for sure.” By the end, Leah was full of anger, as if I had committed some terrible crime. But I just wanted to live. I hadn’t lied to her either. The Curse had only given me two chances to revive, and I had already used them up.
I was a soul bound by a Curse, transported to this world. The terms of my damnation were clear: make Leah marry me. The year I met Leah, she was, like me, a newly recruited bomb disposal officer in the police force. At that time, her first love Justin had broken up with her abruptly to go abroad, leaving Leah in a daze every day. It was I who stayed by her side constantly, helping her out of the gloom. Three years later, we naturally became husband and wife, and the first seal of the Curse was lifted. The Curse, in its cruel irony, granted me a reprieve: I could stay, but with a price—two more lives, woven from the same thread of fate. At that time, I had also truly fallen in love with Leah. I believed that the most important thing between husband and wife was honesty, so I told her about the Curse without reservation. I even jokingly said, “No matter what, this Curse won’t let me die. I can stay with you until we’re old.” But I never thought that this sentence would become my death warrant. Shortly after we got married, Justin returned from abroad. Justin only shed a few tears in front of Leah, explaining that going abroad was entirely his parents’ wish, which he couldn’t disobey. Leah believed him without hesitation. She seemed to forget the pain Justin had caused her back then and started following him around, caring for his every need. She even begged me to use the power of the Curse to save Justin when he was in a life-threatening car accident. When I saw Leah crying her eyes out, I couldn’t say I wasn’t heartbroken. How could I not be sad and angry when my wife was shedding tears for another man? But I loved Leah deeply, and I couldn’t refuse her request. So, the first of my cursed lives was used up. Last year, after Leah had finished defusing a bomb and was about to return to the team, she was shot by a criminal who had fought back, right in the heart. When Leah was sent to the hospital, the doctor took one look and issued a death notice. I couldn’t accept Leah leaving me, so I resolutely offered her my own last cursed life. Before the transfer, the oppressive weight of the Curse pressed upon me, a final warning: this was the last life. Would I not regret it? I answered firmly: “I won’t regret it.” The Curse accepted the exchange, and after that, its presence faded, leaving only the cold truth of my mortality. At that time, I thought Leah’s feelings for Justin were just an obsession, and that with time, she would naturally come to her senses and return to our family. And I firmly believed that I could grow old with Leah. But now, the cruel reality had given me a harsh wake-up call. It turned out that Leah had always only loved Justin. And I was just deluding myself.
Justin looked at Leah, seeming to want to say something but holding back. Leah tapped his forehead, her tone intimate: “Justin, what is it that you can’t tell me?” Justin clenched his fist, as if making up his mind to speak. “Leah, Lucas has always been the ace bomb disposal expert in your team, and with you assisting this time, how could the bomb explode? Could it be that…” Justin didn’t continue, but left room for endless imagination. A raging fire of anger surged in my heart, my hands clenched into fists, wishing I could rush forward and give him a couple of punches. I was already dead, yet he still wouldn’t let me go, trying to poison Leah against me. As a police officer, I knew my responsibilities and never brought personal emotions into work. Although I already knew Leah didn’t love me, I thought that after working together for six years, she should understand my character. The next second, Leah’s words shattered my illusions. “I was wondering why the bomb suddenly exploded when we were defusing it so well. It must be that lunatic Lucas deliberately trying to harm you. I’m going to report him to the police force. He doesn’t deserve to be a police officer!” Leah’s face was red with anger. I had no doubt that if I appeared in front of her now, she would definitely slap me and then curse me viciously. At this moment, my heart was filled with bitterness. Had I overestimated my image in Leah’s heart, or was Justin so important to her that she would believe whatever he said? Probably both. Six years of being together couldn’t buy even a little trust from her. Now, I was probably just a despicable villain in her heart. But I still remembered what she had said at our wedding, “You’re not just my husband, but also my comrade-in-arms whom I’ll trust for a lifetime.” Now, it only took a light remark from Justin for her to forget her past promises. I suddenly wanted to know, when she learns of my death, will she regret the words she said today? Leah paced back and forth in the room, unable to vent her anger. She took out her phone and sent me messages. “Lucas, how dare you tamper with the bomb, I’ll make you pay for this!” “Don’t think I don’t know you can’t die, reply to me right now.” Leah stared at her phone intently, but after one minute, two minutes passed, there was still no reply. In the past, I would always reply to her messages within ten seconds. Leah’s chest heaved up and down with anger. “Fine, pretend to be dead then. Don’t think I can’t do anything about you.” She called a colleague who had stayed at the scene, not even waiting for the other end to speak before she shouted angrily: “Tell Lucas I know all about his dirty tricks, he’d better be prepared to face disciplinary action!” An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: “Lucas hasn’t come out yet, the fire hasn’t been put out and we can’t get in. He might really be in trouble.” Leah sneered, her tone icy cold. “He won’t die. I think he’s just hiding because he’s afraid of being held accountable. You tell him this trick won’t work. He almost killed Justin, I will definitely get to the bottom of this!” With that, she angrily hung up the phone, still cursing under her breath. A flash of smugness passed through Justin’s eyes, but he pretended to be magnanimous. “Leah, it’s normal for men to be jealous. Lucas was probably just momentarily confused. Let it go.” But Leah glared at him with a stern face. “How can we let it go! Your body hasn’t been good since the car accident, and this time if it weren’t for the blast shield, your life could have been in danger. We can’t let him off easily!” Justin hugged Leah emotionally, the two looking like a couple who had survived a disaster together.
After leaving the hospital, Leah took Justin directly home, using the excuse that he was injured and couldn’t manage daily life conveniently. As soon as they entered, Justin took out slippers in a familiar manner, and even accurately found the location of the remote control to turn on the TV. This series of familiar actions all demonstrated that Leah had brought him to our home many times before. Leah went to the kitchen and started cooking, muttering about what Justin liked to eat. Justin looked at her tenderly. “Leah, it’s been so long since I’ve tasted your cooking.” In our three years of marriage, Leah had never cooked. She said she didn’t know how. I didn’t mind and took over all the cooking and other household chores. Now it seems, she just didn’t cook for me. During dinner, Leah’s phone suddenly rang, with a suppressed crying voice coming through. “You need to come quickly, Lucas… he’s dead.” Leah rolled her eyes, not believing a word. “Emily, I know you’re close to Lucas, but there’s no need to use such a clumsy excuse to trick me. He can’t die.” Emily didn’t expect her to respond like this. She paused, then cried even louder. “I’m really not lying, Lucas…” Before Emily could finish, Leah hung up the phone. “Lucas is really going too far, trying to use such a lie to make us forgive him. Ha, absolutely not!” “Even if something happened to him, the Curse would save him. How could he possibly die?” Justin chimed in: “He’s probably just jealous. Men understand men, Leah, don’t be too angry.” Hearing this, Leah slammed down her chopsticks, looking even more angry. “If he doesn’t apologize to you properly when he comes back, I’ll divorce him!” My heart felt like it was stuffed with a wad of cotton, unable to breathe. When I begged her not to take away the blast shield, I had already told her that I only had two cursed lives left. But she didn’t believe me at all, thinking I was just being jealous. Even now when someone told her about my death, she thought it was my lie, and even wanted to use divorce to threaten me. But this trick would never work again. After dinner, Justin directly lay down on the bed that belonged to Leah and me. The temperature in the room was rising, and the two of them were getting closer and closer. I desperately wanted to escape from here, but a force confined me to the room, unable to leave. Just as they were about to kiss, Leah suddenly sat up. She tugged at the corner of her mouth: “Justin, your hand is injured, you should focus on recovering.” With that, she fled to the next bedroom. I couldn’t quite understand. Wasn’t this what Leah wanted? Early the next morning, Leah prepared a table full of breakfast and left a note with detailed instructions and reminders before she felt at ease to leave for work. At the police station, Leah found everyone staring at her with sympathetic gazes. She didn’t understand and casually asked a colleague why they were staring at her like that. The colleague was about to speak when the chief suddenly called Leah over. Leah felt a bit puzzled: “Chief, what’s going on?” The chief patted her shoulder and led her to the door of the morgue. “Leah, my condolences.” Leah felt a bit panicked but suppressed the unease in her heart. “Chief, what are you talking about? Everyone in my family is fine, what condolences?” The chief sighed: “After the bomb exploded yesterday, Lucas didn’t manage to escape successfully. He died at the scene. His body is inside.” Leah smiled stiffly: “Chief, don’t joke with me. That explosion was Lucas’s own doing, he couldn’t possibly die. He must be hiding because he’s afraid of being held accountable.” The chief’s expression became serious when he heard Leah slandering me. “Leah! Lucas is your husband and a police officer. How can you question his professional ethics!” “The body in the morgue is indeed his. We’ve already verified the DNA. If you don’t believe it, go see for yourself.” Leah swallowed hard, hesitantly walking forward, still not backing down. “I’ll look then. It must be a fake body up there. Lucas must have used some trick to escape.” Leah’s hand hovered over the white cloth, her trembling hands revealing her unsettled heart. She slowly lifted the white cloth…
My body had been burned beyond recognition by the fire from the explosion, almost turned into a piece of charcoal. I turned my head away, unable to bear seeing my own tragic state after death. I still clearly remembered the scene during the explosion. My internal organs were shattered by the shock wave from the explosion, blood constantly flowing from the corner of my mouth. The raging fire had wrapped me into a fireball, my body had long since gone numb, unable to feel pain. At that moment, Leah was firmly shielding Justin with the blast shield that belonged to me. And I, her husband, didn’t even get a glance from her until my death. Leah’s pupils contracted, and she involuntarily took a few steps back. “This… this can’t be possible. You must have made a mistake.” “Lucas won’t die. I’m going to call him right now and make him come back immediately.” Leah took out her phone with trembling hands to call me, misdialing several times. As expected, it was still unreachable. Her lips trembled slightly, forcing out a stiff smile. “Maybe his phone was burned. Perhaps if we wait a bit longer, he’ll come back to the police station on his own.” The chief shook his head and handed her a document, his expression grave. “Leah, this is the DNA report we rushed out last night. Take a look.” Leah took the report with trembling hands. When she saw the words on it, all color drained from her face. The DNA of the deceased matched 99.9999% with Lucas’s. Leah stared at the report, murmuring, “How can this be? Lucas said he wouldn’t die. How can it be him?” Leah suddenly pounced on my remains, looking them up and down, as if searching for something. I was a bit confused. My body had been burned to this state, was there still anything recognizable? Leah seemed to discover something in my hand. She slowly pulled it out. It turned out to be our wedding ring. I remembered that at the moment the fire started, I had taken it off and clutched it tightly in my hand, afraid it would be burned. Leah collapsed to the ground, her face devoid of any color. “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t die? How could you break your promise?” “I thought you would be fine. I didn’t mean to get you killed.” If Leah had just looked up at me for a moment during the explosion, she would have seen that I had already become a fireball. How could it be as she thought, that I was protected by the Curse? Moreover, I had told her that I only had two cursed lives left. It was she who didn’t believe what I said.
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