Luther grabbed a hot towel and gently wiped Reya's face with it. Then, he spoke gently, "Don't move. You’re still recovering. Let me take good care of you. When I realized you were trapped in the fire back there, I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I was so scared something would happen to you."

Tears began to well up in Reya's eyes again while she whimpered, "Luther, I thought I was going to die when I saw the flames. I remember making one last wish. I wished I could see you one last time."

As she leaned her weight against him and spoke tenderly, every word pulled at Luther’s heartstrings. "That was when you burst in out of nowhere like a knight and saved me from death. Luther, I will use the rest of my life to repay you for saving me."

Luther smiled faintly. He gently stroked her hair, then produced a golden bracelet. "This is an artifact from the church. It will guarantee your safety for the rest of your life."

He then gently tipped her nose and continued with a doting look in his eyes. "The most important thing for you to do now is to focus on your recovery. That’s the best way you can repay me."

I felt like crying when I looked at the eye-catching golden bracelet. In the past, I never had to heart to splurge on something so indulgent because I realized how hard he worked.

Out of consideration for his finances, I told him he did not have to get me a single piece of jewelry for our wedding. And yet, the jewelry I wanted but never got was looped around Reya’s wrist.

She looked at the bracelet with a delighted expression and suddenly gasped. "Oh, I’m sure Amaranth is going to be upset again if she finds out about you buying me something so expensive."

She faked concern and held Luther’s hand tightly. "Are you sure she won’t be upset about you spending so much time taking care of me here?"

The mention of my name caused Luther’s expression to darken. "Don’t even bring up her name. She knows how much I despise people who play with fire but she did it anyway! You wouldn’t have come this close to losing your life if it wasn’t for her setting the couch on fire with gasoline!"

At this point, he clenched his fist tightly and vowed to Reya, "Don’t worry. I won’t let her get away with doing something so wretched! Once I collect evidence of her arson, I will have her sent to jail myself!"

What a sick joke.

My beloved husband vowed to have me jailed.

I swallowed the shooting pain and watched as he returned to his office to speak to his colleagues.

"Where is that woman? I need to settle the score with her."

It seemed like it finally occurred to him to look for me, but that was only because he wanted to avenge Reya.

His colleague seemed taken aback by this and darted shifting glances at the computer.

There was a video playing on the screen. It was footage of my corpse being removed from the scene.

The firefighters present at the scene were doubled over and retching while trying to secure whatever belongings I had that could be recovered.

Although everything else had been burned to ashes, the skeleton of my diamond wedding ring was still clung to my charred fingerbone. Luther was the one who had put it on my finger.

My heart throbbed with pain while I leaned into his ear to remind him, "Look. Look at me. That’s the wedding ring you gave me. Since the moment you put it on, I have never taken it off. I wore it faithfully for five years…"

If I could, I would scoop the ashes in the footage and tell him it contained the only ultrasound picture of his child.

Unfortunately, all he did was swipe a disinterested glance at the screen before asking which hospital I had been admitted to. It seemed to me like I meant nothing to this man whom I had loved for the last decade.

Nothing could describe the immeasurable sadness I felt.

His colleague answered nervously, "Haven’t you heard? We couldn’t save her from that fire. She died on the scene…"

Luther exploded with rage upon hearing this, "She took you out for lunch a few times, didn’t she? How dare you cover for her with these lies? It doesn’t get any more immature than this!"

He became very upset and began to insult me.

"How do you expect me to believe that all the firefighters who showed up couldn’t rescue just one person? I can’t believe she would get my colleagues to make up this pathetic lie to fake her death, it’s disgusting!"

As much as it hurt me, I was not surprised by his reaction. I understood the nature of his work and never requested to take time out of his hectic schedule.

Once, I got into a serious car accident and lost a lot of blood. My father was frantic and told Luther he had to take a day off to visit me at the hospital.

After I was attended to in the hospital, I forced myself to get up despite my weakened state so that I could call Luther.

Since I did not want to get in the way of his work, I made something up. "Sorry, I missed you and was worried you would be seeing someone else behind my back. That’s why I had my dad test you."

Luther was very upset by this and held the incident over my head for a long time after that.

His colleagues were frightened by his sharp reaction and decided to keep their mouths shut.

When he returned to Reya's ward, he angrily relayed the situation to her.

Reya held his hand tenderly and told him what he wanted to hear, "You’re right. There’s no way all those firefighters couldn’t manage to save Amaranth."

Luther was glad to hear this and doubled down. "Amaranth crossed the line this time. I’m going to make sure she pays for this!"

Reya took Luther's arm and advised him, "Maybe she’s just upset because you rescued me first. I think you should talk to her. She only spilled gasoline on the couch to scare me. I’m sure she didn’t set it on fire intentionally, and she didn’t mean to hurt me."

It was a lie. She was the one who injured herself to frame me. She was the one who committed arson.

And yet, there was nothing I could do to prove her wrong.

Luther became distressed and embraced her tightly. "The only reason she can walk all over you is because you are too gentle for the world."

He glowered upon mentioning me. "I know what she’s like. She’s a very jealous person, always suspicious of me and sensitive. I’m sure she has it in her head that you have been trying to seduce me. That’s why she takes it out on you. Just thinking about it makes me angry."

Reya made a show of being benevolent. "I have never blamed her for any of that. I just hope she’s fine."

Luther sneered, "Oh, I’m sure she’s fine. This is only part of her usual antics. One time, she got her dad to lie to me and tell me she suffered from severe blood loss after a car accident. Thankfully, I found out it was nothing but a lie. I almost missed an important drill because of her!"

The sharp spite in his voice made me shiver.

If only he had extended a hand toward me that day, that beam would not have collapsed on me, and my child would not have burned to death with me.

My health had been rather unstable over the last few years. A large part of it was because I had been preparing to conceive. I took countless supplements as well as injections so I could become pregnant with Luther’s child.

Sometimes, I got emotional and wanted Luther to spend time with me. He would respond by telling me off, "I don’t like it when you put on that pitiful expression to get my attention."

He did not seem to feel the same way about Reya doing the same thing.

Since she returned to our country, she would call Luther all the time to whine about her body aching. Whenever that happened, Luther would make a point of taking a day off so he could take her to the doctor.

At one point, I was upset by this and confronted him about it.

He remarked dismissively, "Reya grew up with me and is like a little sister to me. She doesn’t have a family. It’s only right that I should take care of her."

One night, after Reya summoned Luther away in the middle of the night again, I decided I could not take it anymore. I confronted her and intended to have a civil conversation with her.

Before I could even get a word out, she knelt on the ground and cried. At a loss for what to do, I walked away.

When I got home, Luther furiously told me off, "Amaranth, when did you ever turn into such an unruly woman? Can’t you at least tolerate her? She’s a helpless young girl!"

He showed me a video on his phone.

It was a video from Reya. In the video, she was kneeling on the ground, sobbing hysterically while crying out my name.

"Amaranth, you can hit me all you want, but please don’t be angry at Luther…"

Luther raised his arm and looked like he was going to hit me as if it was a form of retribution for what I had done to Reya.

The blow never came. He kept his hand suspended in the air and cautioned me sternly, "If you ever pick on her and take out your anger on her again, I will divorce you!"

When I recalled what happened that day, I could still relive the pain I felt.

Now that I have turned into a spirit, there was nothing I could do but watch helplessly as Luther carried Reya into the ward.