Blurb：
In this heart-wrenching tale of betrayal and rebirth, Quinn faces an impossible choice when her house catches fire. Her firefighter fiancé Liam chooses to save his first love Lynn instead of her, leaving Quinn to perish in the flames. But fate gives her a second chance when she wakes up back at the moment of the fire. This time, Quinn must navigate a dangerous web of lies and manipulation involving Liam, Lynn, and their mutual friend Ryan. As the smoke thickens and the flames rise, Quinn discovers shocking truths about her five-year relationship with Liam and the real story behind Lynn’s depression. With her unborn child’s life at stake, Quinn must outsmart her tormentors in this intense story of love, betrayal, and ultimate revenge. Will she escape the fire this time, or is she destined to repeat the tragic fate of her previous life?
Content：
My house was on fire, but my firefighter fiance dispatched everyone to save his first love who was attempting suicide.
I calmly watched our lovingly decorated home being consumed by the flames.
In my previous life, he answered my call first and came to save me.
Meanwhile, his first love had a depressive episode and jumped from the eighteenth floor.
My fiance said he didn’t regret saving me and our child in my belly, and our wedding proceeded as planned.
But on our wedding day, he broke my legs and forced me to kneel before his first love’s tombstone.
“The fire at home wasn’t even that serious, Quinn. You deliberately distracted me so I couldn’t see her one last time!”
“Lynn was so kind — why couldn’t it have been you who died?”
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the fire.
This time, I would just let him save his first love.
Thick smoke filled the air.
I choked, coughing uncontrollably, and quickly took out my phone to call 911.
The voice that answered was all too familiar.
“Quinn, Liam said you’d call. I can’t believe you actually did.”
It was my Liam’s colleague and best friend, Ryan.
“Ryan, there’s a fire at my place. Please send someone quickly.”
As I spoke, a wooden wardrobe cracked and collapsed from the heat.
Flaming wood grazed my skin, the searing pain making me gasp.
But in this critical moment, Ryan’s tone remained light. He didn’t take my words seriously at all.
“Stop pretending, Quinn.”
“Liam already told me you’re just jealous he went to save his ex, so you’re making a false report.”
“To be honest, there’s hardly anyone at the station right now. Just stop making a scene.”
“You and Liam are about to get married — overthinking things will only hurt your relationship.”
I had no patience to listen to Ryan’s lecture and hung up.
The fire grew increasingly intense.
Looking at this house, which held five years of memories with Liam, I sighed deeply and placed a hand on my abdomen.
I never expected to be reborn at this moment.
In my previous life, this fire had happened too.
Back then, I had called Liam directly.
He rushed over with a team to put out the fire.
His first love, Lynn, called him over a dozen times, but he didn’t hear any of them.
Later, we found out Lynn had a depressive episode that day and jumped from the eighteenth floor.
After surviving the fire, I clung to Liam, crying. He said he didn’t regret saving me and our unborn baby.
Our wedding went ahead as planned.
I put on the wedding dress I had always dreamed of, marrying the man I had been with for over five years, filled with joy at the thought of starting a new life — only to be met with a brutal awakening.
Liam broke my legs, staining my wedding dress with blood.
He ignored my agony, drove me to the spot where Lynn had jumped, and forced me to kneel and apologize.
But I truly didn’t know what I had done wrong.
Liam was my fiancé, the father of my unborn child.
Why was it my fault that he chose to save me?
Liam didn’t care.
His eyes were bloodshot, like a madman who had lost the love of his life.
“The fire at home wasn’t even serious, Quinn. You deliberately distracted me so I couldn’t see her one last time!”
“If I hadn’t found Lynn’s diary, I would never have known what a vicious woman you are!”
“Her depression was your fault too. Lynn was so kind — why couldn’t it have been you?”
I had no idea what he was talking about.
But Liam had truly lost his mind.
“Now you’ll know what it feels like to lose someone you care about!”
My heart-wrenching screams didn’t evoke an ounce of mercy from him.
He dragged me like a dead dog and locked me in a dark room.
I begged him to let me go, demanding to know what our five years together had meant.
Liam remained unmoved. He even poured gasoline inside the room.
My last memory was him looking down at me, as if we weren’t newlyweds but mortal enemies.
He took out a lighter and ignited the gasoline —
“Thinking about these five years with a vicious woman like you makes me sick!”
“You like using fires to trick me into coming home? Then see how it feels to really burn to death!”
Burning to death was agony.
I still remembered the pain searing into my bones.
And now, I was facing the same danger once again.
I thought not calling Liam would prevent history from repeating itself.
But I never expected him to be this cruel — telling his teammates I was faking it.
A sharp pain shot through my abdomen, as if our child was reminding me how heartless this man truly was.
Liam and I had been together for five years.
This house, bought two years ago, was meant to be our marital home.
Though it was in an old neighborhood and not very spacious, I didn’t mind.
Liam and I were just ordinary working-class people. Buying a home in the expensive city of Austin was already an achievement.
I lost my parents early and had always longed for a happy family.
In moments of passion, Liam had promised me countless times that he would make me happy, and I had believed him.
Every piece of furniture in this house was chosen by us together.
The flowers on the balcony were carefully tended by me.
I poured love into this place, turning it into the warm home I had always dreamed of.
But like the suddenly faulty wiring, the foundation of my relationship with Liam had long been compromised.
In every seemingly peaceful day, hidden dangers had been accumulating.
Calmly, I took out the photo album I had always treasured.
It held all the photos of Liam and me from the past five years.
He had once joked that we should preserve this album carefully and show it to our children someday.
But now, in just seconds, the paper album turned to ash in the flames.
The fire grew fiercer. Flames seemed to engulf everything — the wooden bedroom door, the bed, the curtains — all rushing toward me.
My only way out seemed to be the window.
I quickly climbed out.
Standing on the air conditioner unit, holding onto the scorching window frame, I knew the danger was far from over.
This was the fifth floor.
Not too high, but I was pregnant. If I fell, the outcome would be uncertain.
A crowd had gathered downstairs — neighbors from nearby, many with familiar faces.
Seeing me climb out, they grew anxious.
“Hold on tight! Don’t let go!”
“We’ve called the fire department!”
Even though many of them had only seen me in passing, they were genuinely concerned for my safety.
But Liam, who had spent nearly two thousand days and nights with me, could be so cold.
I smiled bitterly, once again realizing what it meant to trust the wrong person.
As more people called, Ryan at the fire station finally sensed something was wrong.
One or two calls could still be dismissed as false reports or acting.
But with so many calls growing increasingly urgent, he began to doubt himself.
Almost all the team members had been taken by Liam to save Lynn.
Even if Ryan wanted to respond, he had no one to go with him.
The neighbors downstairs waited left and right, but no fire trucks arrived.
Meanwhile, I was swaying unsteadily upstairs.
The pain in my abdomen made me pale, and my body trembled uncontrollably.
Blisters had formed on my hands from the heat, making it hard to grip the railing.
Amid everyone’s screams, I could hold on no longer and fell backward…
In a daze, I remembered the early days with Liam.
We had met through a blind date and hit it off unexpectedly on our first meeting.
Neither of us liked spicy or heavy-flavored food.
We both enjoyed movies and documentaries, and loved keeping plants and pets.
I had thought Liam and I were a match made in heaven, and I naively believed he felt the same.
After all, he was considerate and even swore before my deceased parents’ graves that he would treat me well for the rest of my life.
I never imagined there was someone else in Liam’s heart.
Everyone said Liam adored me, and I foolishly believed it.
Until Lynn, Liam’s first love, returned from abroad.
Late one stormy night, she called Liam after he had already gone to bed.
Despite my protests, he threw on his clothes and rushed out.
Perhaps that was when I should have realized how important Lynn was to Liam.
Yet I softened at his explanation that she had depression and he was her only support.
Lynn could have sought help from doctors or medication — what was she doing seeking out someone else’s fiancé?
And always in the middle of the night, alone with him — I refused to believe she had no ulterior motives.
Lynn even added me as a friend at Liam’s suggestion.
The two of them became increasingly self-righteous, claiming they were just friends and didn’t want me to misunderstand.
But the “innocent and kind” Lynn often sent me ambiguous photos.
Sometimes it was a screenshot of them watching a movie together.
Sometimes it was Liam cooking for her.
Other times, it was Liam asleep, exhausted, with their hands intertwined.
These provocative photos led to countless arguments between Liam and me.
But every time, he would just rub his temples tiredly, as if I were making a fuss: “Quinn, I’m exhausted.”
“I just don’t want Lynn to kill herself. There’s really nothing between us.”
“Can you please stop causing trouble?”
Now, thinking about his reaction after Lynn’s death, it was clear there was something.
He could even do something as insane as killing me and his own child for Lynn’s sake.
Having been reborn and once again pushed to the brink, I held onto no more illusions.
Liam had never loved me.
I had misjudged him.
I was lucky.
When I fell, many kind-hearted neighbors reached out to catch me, preventing me from hitting the ground directly.
But even so, being pregnant, the impact was still significant.
Blood flowed relentlessly beneath me. When Ryan finally gathered a few off-duty colleagues and arrived, he saw this scene—
I was surrounded by people, pale, with multiple burns, my white dress stained red, a horrifying sight.
He pushed through the crowd, panicked.
“How did this happen? Liam said you were faking it…”
The pain in my abdomen left me with no strength. Gasping for breath, I glared coldly at him.
“Is the entire fire department only taking orders from Liam?”
“Does whatever he say go?”
The neighbors began cursing.
“How irresponsible! It took you almost an hour to get here!”
“The fire was so big — what if someone had really died? She’s pregnant! And now it looks like things aren’t good…”
Ryan was too ashamed to respond. Knowing he was in the wrong, he lowered his head, not even daring to look at me.
When the ambulance arrived, he insisted on accompanying me to the hospital.
Along the way, he kept apologizing.
“I’m sorry, Quinn. I really didn’t know this would happen.”
“It’s my fault. I trusted Liam too much…”
A nurse interrupted his rambling:
“Stop disturbing the patient. She’s in bad shape. Are you family?”
Ryan shook his head. The nurse asked, “Then why haven’t you contacted her family? What if we need signatures later?”
Only then did Ryan hurriedly call Liam.
The call connected quickly.
“Hey, Ryan, what’s up?”
Probably wanting me to hear, Ryan put the call on speaker.
Hearing Liam’s voice, I shuddered instinctively.
It was noisy on his end, as if a woman was crying.
Ryan didn’t pay attention and directly told Liam about my situation.
“Liam, there really was a fire at your place. Quinn fell from the building. She’s on her way to the hospital.”
“You need to get here now — they might need you to sign something.”
To his surprise, Liam chuckled disdainfully, as if he had seen through everything.
“Ryan, how much did Quinn pay you to help her lie to me?”
“Even if it’s true, it’s only the fifth floor. How could she possibly die from that?”
As Liam spoke, a delicate female voice chimed in.
“Liam, is Quinn okay? You should go to her. I’ll be fine here alone.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t jump again… It’s just, living is so exhausting!”
It was clearly Lynn’s voice.
Liam didn’t even hang up, immediately comforting her,
“Quinn is just pretending. What could possibly happen to her?”
“Be good, Lynn. Don’t overthink it. I won’t leave. I’ll stay here with you, okay?”
His tone was as gentle as if he were comforting a child.
It made me sick.
Liam always believed everything Lynn said.
But everything I did was an act.
How could he be so blatantly biased and still claim innocence?
Ryan was also taken aback.
“Liam, she’s your wife and child! You’re off saving your ex from suicide and ignoring your own family?”
“Have you lost your mind?”
Perhaps afraid Lynn might hear, Liam seemed to move elsewhere to answer.
Being criticized by his subordinate, he sounded annoyed.
“Ryan, who are you to talk to me like that?”
“She’s not even my wife — we only got engaged. If you like her, go for it.”
Hearing this, Ryan practically wanted to drag Liam through the phone and beat him up.
“Liam, you’re despicable! I never should have trusted you!”
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