When I was five months pregnant, my husband's lover came to my house and set fire to it

Summary

Five months pregnant, and my husband’s soulmate, his "the one," shows up at our place to start a fire.

I didn't call Ryan, just grabbed a wet cloth, covered my face, and waited for the fire department.

Because last time, in the first timeline, I panicked, called him home, begged him to rush me to the ER.

We saved the baby, yeah, but Ashley ended up roasted alive that same day.

He swore he didn’t blame me, told me to relax, focus on the pregnancy, even took time off work to take care of me.