The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life Was Also Reborn Novel by Fitzgerald Mitchell

I’ve been given a second chance at life, reborn to exactly three days before I was murdered.

I woke up with a jolt, the memory of my past life flashing before my eyes. It was the day Lily killed me. I could see her clearly, her face contorted with rage, plunging the kitchen knife into my chest over and over. Her mouth was moving, spewing a torrent of curses: “You bitch! John told me you were flirting with him.

You deserve to die!”

Until my dying breath, I couldn’t believe that the person I’d poured my heart and soul into would end up taking my life with her own hand.

My mind snapped back to the present. I swung my legs out of bed and padded over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. A few gulps later, I felt much better. Then I settled onto the couch and started piecing together useful information from my previous life.

Lily’s family was dirt poor. Her parents worked at a greasy spoon diner, and she had a younger brother. They were so broke, they had to borrow a ton of money just to send her to school. Even her tuition was scraped together bit by bit. Her folks would always tell her, “Study hard, you’re our only hope!”

But unfortunately, Lily was totally boy–crazy. She’d scrimp and save, even skip meals, just to blow her parents‘ hard–earned money on her boyfriend. And me, being a softie, I’d help her out whenever I could, slipping her some cash or buying her groceries.

I was an only child, and while my family wasn’t rolling in dough, we were comfortably well–off. I figured I could afford to lend a hand when she was in a bind, but I never imagined my kindness would land me in a living nightmare.

After my death, my parents were devastated. The shock turned their hair white

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overnight, and they cried themselves nearly blind. They passed away soon after, heartbroken and lost without me. Then, Lily and her scumbag boyfriend took over my house, leaving my family shattered while they walked away scot–free.

Thinking about all this filled me with a burning rage. Reborn into this life, I swore I would make those two monsters pay for what they did and protect my family at all costs.

As I was lost in thought, I heard a click from the door. My heart pounded in my chest as I knew it was Lily. After college, my parents bought me this two–bedroom apartment. I was afraid of living alone, and out of sympathy for Lily, I let her

move in with me.

Lily came in carrying a backpack, wearing ripped stockings. Even though I was mentally prepared, my water glass still trembled when I saw her. For a moment, I felt the knife from my previous life stabbing me again and again. I told myself, “Calm down, Hannah. It’s okay.”

Lily strolled in, a pizza box dangling from her hand. She glanced at me and said flatly, “Just waking up?”

I nodded, trying my best to appear as normal as possible. But to avoid giving myself away, I quickly shifted my gaze to the pizza in her hand.

Lily followed my gaze and, while slipping off her shoes, explained with a chirpy smile, “John bought me this pizza. It was 12 bucks! So expensive! I only ate a couple of slices and brought the rest back. Want some?”

I gave her a knowing look. She busts her butt at that pet store every day, and John doesn’t pay her a dime. But a single pizza, and she’s head over heels. What a

clueless woman.

Lily might be clueless, but in my past life, I was even worse. She’s so stubborn,

there’s no reasoning with her. And yet, I actually tried to save her? What was I

thinking?

The pizza itself looked disgusting – a few greasy pepperoni slices floating on a

soggy crust. Even so, she instinctively pulled the box back, as if afraid I might actually take her up on the offer.

She’s afraid I’ll actually eat it! The thought made me scoff inwardly. I let her live in my house rent–free, never asked her to pay for utilities, and yet she can’t even spare me some leftover pizza? The memory fueled my anger. How blind was I in my past life not to see what a freeloading ingrate she was?

My hands clenched into fists. I couldn’t stand to look at her anymore. I stood up abruptly and headed back to my room. “No thanks,” I said coldly. “I think I’ll get some more sleep.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.