This Time, I Won't Die By Your Hands My Ex-Boyfriend

My best friend and I were both heartbroken on the same day, but unlike me, she insisted on dragging me into her twisted version of a "romantic ending" and dying together.

Ignoring my protests, she set fire to my house.

When she saw me burning alive, skin blistering and flesh charred, she panicked and ran.

I survived with severe burns and lay in the hospital for three long months.

The day I was finally discharged, I discovered she was marrying my wealthy ex-boyfriend.

When I confronted her, she brushed it off with a sweet smile: "Don't overthink. I married him to punish the scumbag and get revenge for you."

But her actions told another story.

She sold all the wedding jewelry and told her husband I had taken them to buy gifts for a boytoy.

She maxed out his credit cards, claiming it was to pay off my gambling debts.

When she got pregnant and slept with her husband's driver, she nearly bled to death—then told everyone I had gone to a hotel with a bunch of male models, and she miscarried while trying to "save" me.

In the end, her husband sold me off to the Golden Triangle.

There, they cut out my kidney and tortured me until I died in agony.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day she had her affair and miscarriage.

——

Lianna always used me as her excuse whenever she met her lover.

She told her husband, Hubert, that I was the one calling her out—sometimes saying I'd been beaten by a wife for being a mistress and needed comfort, sometimes that I owed loan sharks and begged for help. She even said that I was being treated for a dirty disease and needed her by my side.

If Hubert hadn't once stormed into my house in my past life, spitting venom and condemning me for all those fabricated sins, I never would've known just how "colorful" my life had become in her lies.

And now, his number was flashing on my phone again, vibrating relentlessly.

The moment I picked up, his furious voice exploded in my ear.

"Celestine! It's the middle of the night—why are you keeping Lianna with you again?"

"I've tolerated you long enough! After we broke up, you wanted to ruin yourself, fine. But must you keep sucking the life out of Lianna? She's your best friend, not your mother!"

"She's married now, and pregnant. Can't you have some shame and stop bothering her every damn day? Do you even know how pathetic you are?"

"What is this, revenge because I dumped you? Are you trying to destroy my family? Lianna is pure and innocent—if you dare exploit her again, don't blame me for being ruthless! Send her back right now!"

His voice was so loud and venomous that my ears rang.

The truth was I hadn't had any contact with Lianna ever since she set me on fire.

But Hubert never believed that.

I received his calls almost daily.

At first, hearing his accusations, I actually thought Lianna was really punishing him on my behalf.

It wasn't until he barged into my home in a rage, beat me black and blue, stuffed me into a sack, and sold me to the Golden Triangle that I realized I had been nothing but a scapegoat.

Remembering the flames she lit, the slander she spread, and his merciless revenge—a surge of hatred burned in my chest.

'Hubert, this time, you'll see with your own eyes what your so-called "pure, good wife" really is.'

Curling my lips into a cold smile, I answered the call. "Lianna is busy right now—she's unclogging the sewer. She won't be back anytime soon."

Then my face hardened. Without waiting for his reply, I hung up and switched off my phone.

But only moments later, pounding fists rattled my door.

The lock had barely turned when a powerful force slammed it open, throwing me back.

Before I could react, several bodyguards pinned me to the ground.

And Hubert stormed inside, footsteps heavy and furious, tearing through my home in search of Lianna.