I Let His Mistress Die, Now He's Burying Me Alive

The earth shook without warning, trapping me and my mother-in-law in the cramped darkness of the collapsed basement. Dust filled the air as she clutched my arm, her voice trembling.

"Lily Anderson! Call Owen—now! He's on the rescue team—he can save us!"

But I didn't reach for my phone.

Because I remembered.

In my past life, I had called him. And he came—but not before abandoning Bianca, his first love, leaving her alone in her final moments. She burned herself alive waiting for him.

And when he returned to me, he said nothing. Just buried her in silence.

Then, in the blink of an eye, I was drenched in gasoline.

"Do you have any idea how much Bianca suffered? Now you'll know what it feels like to burn alive!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was back—the earthquake, the rubble, the choice.

This time, I wouldn't call him.

This time, he could run to Bianca like he always wanted.

And when he finally returned to the ruins, it would be too late.

The two-story villa had collapsed in seconds, burying us beneath the wreckage. By some miracle, a fallen slab had created a pocket of air, keeping us alive—for now.

My mother-in-law's face was pale with terror. "Lily! Call Owen! We need help!"

I glanced at my phone—one bar of battery left.

Last time, I'd used it to beg for his rescue. This time, I slipped it into my pocket.

"Mom, my phone's dead. But I'll get us out."

Her eyes widened in fury. "Liar! I saw the battery! Are you trying to kill me?"

Before I could stop her, she lunged for my phone. Instinct took over—I knocked it from her grip. It clattered through a crack in the debris, disappearing into the abyss below.