Ashes of My Life

Summary

I was five months pregnant when my husband’s old flame set my house on fire.

I didn't call him. I just wet a towel, pressed it over my nose and mouth, and waited.

I didn't call him, because in my last life, I did. I screamed for him to save me.

He was a fire captain. He came. He got me out, and the baby was saved. But Chloe—his "one that got away"—was still inside. By the time he went back for her, it was too late. She burned to death.

He told me it wasn't my fault. He told me to rest, to focus on the baby. He even took a leave of absence to take care of me.