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He Left Me to Burn, So I Let the Truth Survive

He Left Me to Burn, So I Let the Truth Survive

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In my last life, Enzo Saletta saved me from the fire. Chiara Bellini died in my place. For months, he cared for me like a devoted husband. He guarded my hospital room. He bought gifts for our unborn child. He told me none of it was my fault. I believed him. Until the night after I gave birth. Our son was asleep beside me. I was too weak to move, still aching from labor, but for one brief moment, I believed we were safe. Then I smelled smoke. The door would not open. Outside the locked door, Enzo’s voice cut through the smoke. “You took Chiara from me. Now burn with your child.” I screamed his name until my throat bled. No one opened the door. The flames swallowed me and my newborn son. When I opened my eyes again, I was back inside that burning warehouse. Five months pregnant. Smoke in my lungs. Chiara still alive. This time, I did not call Enzo. I waited until he came. I watched him carry Chiara out first. Then I crawled through the fire alone, bleeding for a child he would never get the chance to kill. Everyone believed I had set the fire. Everyone called me jealous, vicious, and insane. But they had forgotten one thing. Before I became Enzo Saletta’s wife, I was the woman who helped build the Carmine family’s security system. Chiara deleted the main footage. She did not delete mine.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The warehouse reeked of smoke and chemicals. My lungs burned as I dragged ragged breaths through a damp cloth pressed over my mouth and nose. Pain radiated across my belly, sharp and unrelenting, yanking me fully out of the memories of my previous life. I forced myself to move. I did not reach for Enzo Saletta, the man who ran the family’s security; I dialed the family emergency channel instead.

Footsteps thundered through the corridor, boots scraping against the concrete. A team of enforcers kicked open the heavy doors and surged inside. Through the thick haze, I saw Enzo. He didn’t hesitate. He scooped Chiara Bellini into his arms and carried her to safety, the flames reflected in his cold, precise eyes. Only when she was clear did I call for help, my voice hoarse and broken.

The men around me stared through their masks. One spat. “Again?”

A solid wooden beam loosened from the ceiling and smashed onto my stomach. Pain shot through me, sharp and immediate. Blood filled my mouth. No one even flinched. I bit down to suppress a scream, crawling over scorched concrete toward the exit. Outside, every med kit and oxygen tank was deployed around Chiara. Enzo did not spare me a glance; he muttered only, “You brought this on yourself.”

Sweat soaked through my clothes, blood dripped from my lips, and I could feel the life inside me slipping away. In my past life, he had chosen to save me first. By the time he tried to go back inside, the warehouse had already been engulfed. Chiara had died.

He told me it didn’t matter then. He said not to blame myself.

Now, I understood. When I gave birth, he would kill my child.

“Gia,” he had said once, his voice cold and harsh, “do you know what it feels like to burn alive? I’ll make you suffer ten times what Chiara did.”

This time, I would not be trapped. I would survive, and I would stay far away from him.

Yet even now, not a single one of the men around me offered aid. Blood pooled beneath my knees. My voice cracked as I whispered through dry lips, “Save my baby… please.”

A junior enforcer glanced at me, smirked, and nudged my leg with his boot. “Relax. Everyone knows your history with Chiara. The crew has this under control. Stop playing to the crowd.”

The contraction tore through me like steel. My throat went silent. The heat seared my arms. Around me, the crew worked to put out the blaze, ignoring my agony.

I was slipping away when Enzo finally appeared, crouched down, and slapped my cheek twice. “Gia, wake up. I’m here. Stop pretending.”

“You burned the warehouse and hurt yourself. Do you really think this works?”

His eyes never left mine. He still believed I was jealous, insane, desperate for attention. I reached out, trembling, bloodied, gripping the heavy fabric of his coat, trying to make him see. He pressed his hand to my belly, his strength immovable.

“Very convincing,” he said. “If Chiara hadn’t confirmed it, I might have believed you set this fire on purpose and hid.”

He stood and walked away. A young enforcer shouted, “She’s bleeding everywhere. Is she losing the baby?”

Enzo did not turn. His voice remained flat. “Chiara said it’s fake. Five months along. Not that easy to lose.”

In my last life, I had screamed the truth until my throat bled. Enzo had listened to every word, then chosen Chiara anyway.

So this time, I did not waste my breath.

I saved the truth for the council.
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