In my previous life, when the fire broke out, both Yvonne and I called him for help. But for the sake of our child, he chose to rescue me first.
As a result, when he returned to the fire scene, the fire was already out of control and it was impossible to go inside and rescue people.
Yvonne was burned to death on the spot and her body was burned to ashes.
Jeremiah said it was okay. He advised me to mourn and not to blame myself.
To comfort my emotions, he even took a leave and accompanied me for giving birth.
But on the day I gave birth to the baby, he dragged me and the baby to Yvonne's grave.
In front of me, he cut the child's throat with a knife.
Blood splattered on his face, making his eyes look more and more scarlet.
"Zenith, do you know what it feels like to be burned alive? I want you to repay ten or hundred times the pain Yvonne has gone through!"
Later, as he wished, I died in the sea of fire with my child.
This time after being back to the past, I just want to escape far away.
I did not expect that he still refused to let me go and even refused to give me the cooling and first aid equipment.