Todos los capítulos de Reborn Before Doomsday: My Ex husband will kneel : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Eight days before doomsday, Evelyn watched the workers secure the final reinforcement bar across her rear gate.“Try it now,” she instructed.The contractor pulled the gate shut and tested the new lock several times. Evelyn checked it herself, pushing against the metal from different angles before nodding.“That's better. Finish the remaining adjustments.”By ten in the morning, the work was complete.For the first time since renting the house, Evelyn could walk through the rooms without mentally adding another repair to her list. The windows were secured, the gate was reinforced, the backup equipment worked, and the water system was functioning.Her shelter was ready for the immediate problems she expected.Now she needed to protect it from people.She had no intention of advertising her preparations. In her previous life, desperation had turned neighbors against one another. People who had been friendly for years became dangerous when food ran short. Some demanded help. Others took

The first serious shortage hit the city before sunrise.Evelyn learned about it from the steady stream of complaints flooding the local news channels. Several fuel stations had temporarily suspended sales, while those still operating had long queues stretching into neighboring streets.By six thirty, transport fares had increased again.She was reading the reports when her phone rang. This time, it was Daniel Hayes, the technician who had repaired her pump.“I'm calling to give you a warning,” he said. “Some of my suppliers are refusing new orders until they know when their next deliveries will arrive. If you need emergency repairs in the coming days, getting parts may be difficult.”“Is there a problem with the equipment I bought?”“No. Yours is working properly. I'm warning you because people usually wait until something breaks before they look for replacement parts.”Evelyn appreciated the distinction.“Thank you for telling me. I have no outstanding repairs.”“Good. Keep the pump

Evelyn was halfway through reviewing a list of local businesses when Vanessa Vale appeared on her phone screen.Not through a message. Not through a call.Through a live video.Evelyn almost scrolled past it, until the words beneath Vanessa's name caught her attention.**LIVE: A Fresh Start, A Better Life.**Curiosity made her stop.Vanessa sat in the passenger seat of Nicole's expensive car, wearing oversized sunglasses and displaying a shopping bag on her lap. Behind her, Nicole was speaking to someone outside the vehicle.“People keep asking how I'm coping with everything happening lately,” Vanessa began, smiling at the camera. “Honestly, you just have to surround yourself with people who genuinely care about you. Life is too short to stay in situations that make you unhappy.”Evelyn stared at the screen.The woman who had helped destroy her marriage was now giving relationship advice.Vanessa continued, explaining that she had learned to prioritize happiness and cut off people who

Evelyn expected the man at her gate to become another problem.She did not expect him to send a formal appointment request through her contractor before noon the following day.The message was brief. Damien Cross wanted to discuss the security installation at her property and had offered to meet at a nearby café instead of returning to her house.Evelyn considered declining.She had no reason to trust a stranger simply because he had arranged a polite introduction. However, her contractor confirmed that Damien had asked about reinforced gates and independent security systems for several properties in the area. He was not pretending to know her personally.That made the request less suspicious, not automatically acceptable.Evelyn agreed to a short meeting in a public place.She arrived ten minutes early and chose a table near the entrance. From there, she could see the street and leave without passing anyone sitting behind her.Damien arrived exactly on time.He wore a dark shirt with

The first ambulance struck traffic before noon.Evelyn Hart saw it from the back seat of a taxi, its siren screaming as the driver tried to force his way through a junction packed with cars. Nobody moved aside quickly enough. A delivery truck blocked one lane, two buses occupied the other, and impatient drivers leaned on their horns as if noise could clear the road.Then a man stumbled off the pavement and collapsed beside a parked car.The taxi driver slowed.“Another one,” he muttered.Evelyn looked through the window. The man’s shirt was soaked with sweat. A woman knelt beside him, shouting for help while several bystanders argued over who should call an ambulance.Heat exhaustion.That was what the news would call it at first. Then heatstroke, hospital overcrowding, and a sudden increase in deaths among people who had nowhere cool to sleep.In her previous life, Evelyn had watched the same pattern unfold. The heat had come first, wearing people down until even ordinary journeys be