The Wrong Death
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Summary
My son was trapped in a burning building while my billionaire husband photographed his new obsession.
“Hold that pose, baby,” Scott Taylor said, his face lit by flames. “I’m getting you ‘Hero of the Year’.”
His phone wasn’t aimed at real firefighters—but at Bella, drowning in an oversized uniform, posing with a discarded hose in the safe zone.
She tried to turn it on, recoiled, and shrieked, “Jules, it’s too heavy!”
Her foot slipped. The nozzle flew, and the water jet—powerful as a ram—shattered the last load-bearing wall. The building collapsed.
