When I Died In the House Fire, My Wife was With Her First Love
When I Died In the House Fire, My Wife was With Her First Love Chapter 1
One night, Natalya and her first love, Matthew, the campus prince back then, went to a bar for dancing. I jumped off the 18th floor with my daughter, Linda, in my arms the same night.
I didn't want my young daughter to be burned alive in the fire.
Natalya forgot that she had promised us to come back home tonight. Linda mistakenly opened the door for a criminal.
After the crime, the criminal wanted to ruin all the evidence, so he set my house on fire.
After I died, my mom, Kate, scattered my ashes into the sea.
Later, Natalya frantically searched for my trace, kneeling to beg Kate.
Kate indifferently placed my portrait in front of her and said, "You should kneel to my son!"
Natalya collapsed.
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When the doorbell rang, Linda thought it was her mom coming back. She happily ran over to open the door.
I was a little puzzled, thinking, "It's almost 11 p.m. Why hasn't Natalya come back yet?"
My wife, Natalya Sue, was afraid of the darkness. She used to tell me so herself while leaning on my shoulder. If it was dark, she would have fun outside all night and not come back.
Natalya was the daughter of the chairman of a listed company. To make her more courageous, the chairman often put her in a dark room when she was a child.
Such an inhuman training method didn't make her a courageous woman. Instead, she was afraid of the darkness.
After falling in love with her, I found the fact that she was afraid of the darkness the most heartbreaking thing.
When she was scared, I would always let her lean on my shoulder.
Unfortunately, the person she was used to leaning on now was no longer me.
But I remembered that Natalya had promised me during the day that she would come home at night to celebrate Linda's birthday.
Looking at the small cake made by Linda on the table, I couldn't bear to stop her for a moment.
My few seconds of hesitation got my six-year-old daughter and myself killed.
Two thugs rushed in and held Linda hostage, demanding that I hand over all the valuables.
With a knife pressed against Linda's neck, a trickle of blood seeped out. She was terrified. Her screams echoed throughout the room.
The thugs took away most of our valuable belongings, including the diamond ring I had given to Natalya.
Then, two burly men began to torture me and Linda.
I clenched my teeth and used my body to shield Linda from most of the butchering.
Linda's screams of agony echoed in the room. I, as her father, was crippled with one leg chopped off and bleeding heavily. I was unable to protect her.
After Linda and I were on the verge of death, they poured alcohol all over the room and set it on fire.
As the fire was about to engulf us, I struggled to prop up my battered body, moved to the window, and opened it.
At this moment, Linda, with her face covered in sweat from the pain, gasped, "Daddy, it hurts so much."
Seeing Linda's injuries, I felt so hopeless.
"I know I can't protect Linda. We are both going to die."
Tears mixed with blood flew down my face. Holding Linda tightly, I murmured, "Be good, my darling. Daddy will take you to heaven now, where there will be no pain."
Linda nodded slightly. I jumped down from the 18th floor while holding her in my arms.