The Earthquake's Destruction, My Husband Went Mad After Abandoning Me for His First Love

At that moment, panic finally flickered across my mother-in-law’s face.

“Find a way out already! What are you doing just lying there?"

With no tools, I was left to claw through the hard gravel by hand, feeling the sting as my fingers began to bleed.

My mother-in-law remained behind me, unmoving, which made me glance at her instinctively. I caught a glimpse of something unsettling in her cold, indifferent gaze.

There was a flicker of intent that made my heart drop. It hit me then. She did not want me to make it out alive.

In my past life, I had called Owen, urging him to come back to help us, but he sounded so reluctant.

He said he was on leave and promised to spend the day with his first love, Bianca Morgan, suggesting that I just call 911 instead.

But 911 was busy and with my battery dying, Owen reluctantly agreed to come.

When he led the team to dig us out, he reached my mother-in-law first. I had extended my hand toward her, expecting her to pull me up.

My mother-in-law first held my hand, but then, she had met my gaze with an icy glare, screaming as she deliberately let go. Luckily, I had grabbed onto a steel bar nearby, barely saving myself.

Afterward, when I confronted her, she denied any intention of harm.

However, the consequences were severe. Rescuing us had kept Owen from Bianca, who ultimately turned on the gas at home, ending her life in a tragic fire.

Owen went to the cemetery to bury Bianca in person and his mother-in-law looked calm.

Owen buried her himself, his expression vacant but calm. But then, as Bianca's ashes were lowered into the grave, he suddenly pulled out a container of gasoline, approaching me with a twisted grin.

Sensing something was terribly wrong, I backed away, staring at him in horror.

“What are you trying to do?”

“What do I want to do? I want you to feel the fire for yourself! Hahaha!”

Owen's demeanor twisted into something dark and unhinged. He seized the oil barrel, pouring gasoline over me with manic intensity.

“No! No! Somebody help!”

“Go ahead and scream! I picked this hour at dawn on purpose, so no one's around to hear you now!"

Gasoline soaked through every inch of my body as I scrambled to escape desperately, only to be knocked down by my mother-in-law, who coldly stretched out her leg, blocking my way.

Her glare was chilling as she spat, "You bitch! How dare you kill my beloved future daughter-in-law, Bianca? You deserve this fate!”

At this moment, I realized that my mother-in-law, who had always disapproved of me, had secretly wanted Bianca Morgan as her daughter-in-law all along.

But it was too late to resist. Owen pulled out a lighter, its flame igniting with a loud snap and, with a dark smile, he flung it straight at me, my body soaked in gasoline.

In an instant, I was consumed by flames, the blaze erupting around me with a fierce roar.

The fire hungrily devoured my clothes and hair, reaching my skin with blistering heat.

The agony was excruciating, as though my entire being were being torn apart. I collapsed to the ground before Bianca's tombstone. My screams were filled with despair and suffering.

Owen watched from a distance, his face twisted into a sinister grin.

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

"No, Owen, please! I swear, I never knew Bianca would take her own life. Please, help me! I don’t want to die!”

The flames clawed deeper into my skin and the unbearable heat seeped into my bones and organs.

I could feel myself slipping, my body being consumed bit by bit, the horror as painful as it was unimaginable.

“You don’t want to die? Bianca didn't want to die either. It was you who killed her!"

"Bianca must be so lonely since she died alone. So now, it's only fair that you join her in death!"