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.