From Now On, I Only Love You

In the early morning, I woke up choking on smoke.

While I was fleeing, I encountered the poor mother and child downstairs.

Amidst the raging fire, I rescued the child who had fallen without concern for my safety.

Not only did that woman not thank me, she pushed me away.

My husband rushed over but ignored me and went directly towards the mother and child.

Trapped under the collapsing security door, I heard the child call his father in the thick smoke and flames.

After being reborn, I finally escaped them.

Their family of three would get their punishment.

When woken up again by the smoke, I realized I was reborn.

The fire had already spread to the downstairs. Single mother Olive was escaping through this passage with her child, just like the scene in my previous life.

A familiar cry came into my ears.

I quickly soaked a towel, ignoring the cries that once softened my heart. I covered my mouth and nose and ran to the escape passage opposite.

It was a completely different escape route.

Using the light from my cell phone, I made my way down.

It was not that I didn't help, but the price of being a good person was too high.

In my previous life, I followed the crying and instinctively rescued the child in a raging fire.

After Olive got up and took Victor, she pushed me into the fire instead of being grateful.

In desperation, my husband Calvin rushed over.

He was like a ray of light that illuminated my life.

However, he rushed directly toward the mother and son without looking at me.

Before I could get up, my legs were crushed by the collapsed security door.

I saw him quickly pick up Victor, hold Olive's shoulders, and rush out of the fire together.

Before being consumed by the flames, I heard Victor call my husband "Dad".

I was shocked on the spot.

The raging fire covered my screams.

Until I died, Calvin never looked back at me.

The trauma of being burned to death in my previous life still lingered, mixed with the smell of burning flesh, constantly stimulating my brain nerves.

If I had known the single mother and child downstairs were Calvin's lover and child, I would never have helped them escape.

I was so stupid.

I wanted to see who would save them without me in this life.

The further I went down, the further Victor's crying and Olive's cries for help became from me.

I endured the discomfort in my abdomen and my heart was pounding like thunder.

As I rushed out of the building to safety, my heart beat so fast.

I escaped safely.

The fierce fire continued to spread upwards accompanied by thick smoke, and the crackling sound and the beeping of the alarm were frightening.

Neighbors gathered around, asking if I was okay, and I thanked them.

Suddenly, someone rudely pushed the crowd aside and grabbed my arm forcefully.

It was my husband Calvin.

With scarlet eyes and a fierce look, he asked, "Where's Victor? Where's Olive? How come you escaped alone?"

I feigned fear and surprise, saying, "Victor? Olive? I didn't see them."

Calvin's grip on my arm tightened as he asked viciously, "Didn't you run into them when you went downstairs?"

I shook my head blankly, "I didn't run into anyone."

Calvin said, "How is that possible?"

His grips were so strong that I couldn't help but cry out in pain, "You're hurting me! I didn't see anyone. I thought I was the only one left in this building."

"Could it be that they were so soundly asleep that they didn't notice the fire?" I tested him friendly.

Calvin subconsciously denied, "Impossible, I just..."

Realizing that something was wrong, he changed his words, "I just saw that the lights in their house were on."

It turned out that before I went to help Olive and her son, the phone call she hurriedly hung up was from Calvin.

I vaguely heard her say, "Someone's coming. I know what to do!"

In my previous life, the situation was critical and I didn't think much about it.

The person she was talking about might be me.

She was planning to push me into the fire!