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He locked the gate and watched the infected tear me apart.
My husband stood on the safe side, eyes cold, and told me the truth with his final words:
“You should have been the one who died that day.”
He had always loved her.
They even had a child together.
I was just the wife who dragged him onto the last helicopter and left her behind.
I died with his betrayal in my ears and his child in my stomach.
Then I opened my eyes two years before the apocalypse.
Same husband.
Same mistress.
Same soft, disposable wife they thought they still owned.
But the woman who used to beg and sacrifice is already dead.
This time, I will not save him.
This time, I will not share a single resource.
This time, when the world ends, I will be the one standing behind the locked gate…
Watching them both beg.
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