Todos los capítulos de Reborn Before Doomsday: My Ex husband will kneel : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

By eight that evening, the water had reached the front steps.Evelyn stood behind the locked door, watching through the narrow window as rainwater swept along the street. The drains were overwhelmed. A plastic chair floated past the gate, followed by a wooden crate that struck the curb and broke apart.Her rented house was still dry, but the rising water made one thing clear. A sturdy gate would not save her if the entire ground floor flooded.She checked the time on her phone.The power had been out for nearly an hour.Her emergency lamp was working, her phone battery was at seventy-eight percent, and the portable radio she had bought that morning sat on the table. She switched it on and searched through the stations until she found a local news broadcast.“Residents in low-lying areas are advised to move valuables to higher ground. Several roads remain impassable, and further rainfall is expected overnight. Authorities urge residents to avoid entering floodwater.”Evelyn turned the

By the following morning, the rain had stopped. Sunlight broke through the clouds, illuminating streets covered in mud, fallen branches, and abandoned rubbish. The floodwater had begun to recede, leaving shallow pools along the roadside. Traffic remained slow, but the main roads were open again. Evelyn stood outside her rented house and breathed in the damp air. Finally, she could get things done. She had lost nearly two days to the storm. She would not lose another. Her first stop was the wholesale warehouse. After confirming that the road was passable, she collected the order she had paid for, checking every carton before signing the receipt. The goods included rice, beans, canned meat, cooking oil, flour, powdered milk, and other long-lasting food. She arranged delivery to the house in two trips. By noon, the storeroom was filling up, but Evelyn had learned not to buy carelessly. She needed enough food for months, not a mountain of items that would spoil before she could us

By the next morning, Evelyn had made a decision.She was done buying supplies one shopping trip at a time.If she wanted to survive the apocalypse, she needed a proper inventory, reliable suppliers, and enough resources to stop worrying about every unexpected expense. She had eighteen days left, and she intended to use them efficiently.At eight, she met a wholesale distributor at his warehouse on the outskirts of the city.The owner, Mr. Benson, led her through rows of packaged goods and cleaning products. His business supplied restaurants, small supermarkets, and hotels, which meant he could offer larger quantities at better prices than ordinary retailers.“I can arrange regular deliveries,” he explained. “But with the recent flooding, I can't promise every order will arrive on the exact date.”“Then I want the first delivery as soon as possible. After that, we'll discuss the remaining orders.”She handed him a list covering rice, beans, pasta, canned vegetables, canned protein, coo

Twelve days before the apocalypse, Evelyn crossed the last major items off her shopping list.She had spent the morning comparing her inventory against the supplies already stored in the house. The food deliveries were complete, the water system worked, and her backup power equipment had been tested. Her remaining needs were smaller, but no less important.She needed spare parts, additional cooking fuel, and a few tools she could use without depending on a technician.By ten o'clock, she was at a hardware store, choosing a hand saw, a hammer, screws, rope, heavy-duty gloves, and a compact tool kit. She bought extra batteries and two manual can openers, then checked out before the growing crowd could slow her down.Outside, her phone buzzed.A message from her lawyer read: *The divorce proceedings are underway. Your husband has requested a meeting, but no action is required from you unless you wish to respond.*Evelyn typed back: *Please handle all communication through your office.*T

At 1:46 a.m., Evelyn woke to the oppressive heat. For several seconds, she lay still, listening to the silence. The ceiling fan had stopped, and the air conditioner no longer hummed. Even the refrigerator in the kitchen had gone quiet. She reached for her phone and checked the time. The power was out again. Evelyn sat up, pushed the blanket aside, and switched on her rechargeable fan. The room was still warm, but the moving air made it bearable. She had prepared for outages. That did not mean she could afford to be careless with her backup power. She checked the battery level, confirmed that the essential equipment was functioning, and left the other appliances switched off. Outside, a dog barked repeatedly. A few minutes later, voices rose from neighboring houses. Someone complained about the electricity company. Another person shouted that the outage had already lasted several hours in a nearby district. Evelyn closed her curtains. Nobody on the street knew what she