Burn My Love to a Crisp

Lily had gotten first place in her exam at that time. I had talked to Stanley about it for a long time.

Only then did he put down his work and come home early. We, as a family of three, were preparing to celebrate.

Just then, his phone rang. He was told that Sabrina had miscarried and was bleeding heavily.

Stanley immediately wanted to go to her. I grabbed him.

In my anger, I asked, "Don't you care about me? What if I die and lose the baby?"

Stanley looked at me helplessly. His voice sounded exhausted as he said, "Stop making a scene. You're fine."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

But it wasn't long before my water broke.

After giving birth, I arranged for postpartum care at a center.

I hadn't expected to run into Sabrina there. At the time, Stanley wasn't around, and she was acting arrogantly in front of me.

I was furious and ended up arguing with her.

It was during this argument that the postpartum care center caught fire.

I immediately ran back to my room. Lily and my newborn son were still inside.

Stanley, who had said to stay by my side, didn't hear my cries for help. Instead, he carried Sabrina out of the fire.

And just like that, I was consumed by the flames with my newborn son.

I wanted to kill Stanley.

And I did. I reached out to grab his neck and tightened my grip.

"I'll be back soon. Tomorrow's your checkup day. I'll cancel my work and spend the whole day with you. Don't be angry, honey."

Stanley sent me a message, unaware that I was already dead.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated.

A message came through, written in my usual tone. "If you love Sabrina so much, why bother coming back? I don't need you. Get lost."