I could still feel it. The suffocation. The burning smoke choking my lungs.My eyes flew open. I gasped for air.No towering flames. No bloodcurdling screams.Just the blinding sun of our Greenwich estate.A "Happy 5th Birthday, Lily" banner swayed in the wind on the lawn.Our four kids were running around in a bouncy castle, all dressed up in their party clothes.I was alive. I was actually alive again."Ava, honey."That voice. My stomach twisted into a knot.I turned. My husband, Caleb, was standing by the dessert table. He wore his custom suit, tears pooling in his pathetic eyes.He rushed over and grabbed my hand, his voice low and pleading. "Ava, please. Give me another chance. I was an idiot. It was a mistake. I know now I can't lose you. I can't lose this family. Please, forgive me."Last time, I fell for it. I saw this cheating bastard, and my heart softened.We had four beautiful children. All I wanted was for them to have a complete family.And in return for my forgiveness?
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