Our home burned as my husband, firefighter Leonard Graves, sent every available unit to rescue his suicidal first love, Megan Cooper.

I didn't call Leonard. I just stood there, calmly watching my carefully decorated home turn to ashes.

"I carry a secret. I've lived this life once before, but no one else knows."

In my previous life, he answered my call first, rushing to save me and our unborn child.

Megan's depression took a dark turn that day, leading her to leap from the eighteenth floor. By the time they found her body, it was unrecognizable.

Leonard insisted he had no regrets about choosing me and our baby, and so, our wedding proceeded as if nothing had changed.

But on our wedding day, he broke my leg and forced me to kneel in front of Megan's gravestone.

"The fire wasn't even that bad, but you called, forcing me to leave Megan to die! You did it on purpose, didn't you? You stole my last chance to be with her!"

"Megan was so kind. You should've died in her place!"

He had lost his mind, cutting open my belly to rip out our child. I never even got a chance to see if it was a boy or a girl.

Before I realized it, he had dropped our blood-soaked baby from the eighteenth floor, then set me ablaze.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day our home caught fire.

This time, I thought, "If saving Megan is what he chooses, then I won't stand in his way."

I decided to let go.

... ...

Thick smoke filled the air around me.

I choked on the smoke, gasping for air, and dialed 911 without a second thought.

The person who answered was someone all too familiar to me.

"Harriet, Leonard said you'd call. You actually did."

It was Steven Bell, my fiancé Leonard's colleague and best friend.

"Steven, my house is on fire. Please, send someone over right away."

As I spoke, the wooden wardrobe beside me cracked from the heat and collapsed.

A piece of flaming wood brushed against my skin, sending searing pain through me. I couldn't help but gasp sharply, hissing in pain.

Steven's voice stayed unsettlingly casual, as if my pleas for help were nothing more than a passing annoyance.

"Harriet, cut the act.

"Leonard already told me you were going to pull this stunt because you knew he went out to save Megan.

"I'll be honest with you, there's barely anyone left at the station, so don't make a fuss.

"Megan's in a dying situation, so be a grown-up, Harriet. Let Leonard do his job. You two are about to get married. You wouldn't want your relationship ruined right before your wedding, right?"

The flames raged on, and I could no longer afford the luxury of listening to Steven's lecture. I hung up.

I couldn't afford to care what he thought anymore.

Gazing at the house that held five years of memories with Leonard, I softly sighed and gently touched my belly.

I hadn't expected to be reborn at this moment.

In my past life, there had been this fire too.

Back then, I had called my fiancé Leonard directly.

He arrived with his team to put out the fire and had no clue of Megan's desperate incoming calls, all fifteen of them.

We had found out later that Megan had jumped from the 18th floor that day. It had been clear that her depression had pushed her over the edge.

After narrowly escaping death, I wept in Leonard's arms. He told me he didn't regret saving me and our baby at all.

Our wedding proceeded as scheduled. I donned the wedding dress I had dreamed of, marrying the man I'd been in love with for over five years. Just when I thought we were turning a new, joyful page, he shattered everything.

Leonard broke my leg with nothing but his bare hands, fueled by pure hatred. My white wedding dress was soaked by my own blood. The stinging red didn't even get his attention.

Ignoring my agony, he dragged me to the spot where Megan had jumped, forcing me to beg for her forgiveness.

I thought to myself, "What did I even do wrong?

"Leonard is my fiancé, the father of that lovely baby sleeping in my womb.

"It was his idea and obligation to save me, why did it become my fault?"

Leonard was unmoved, indifferent to my suffering.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a maniac who'd lost his true love.

"The fire at home was not even that serious, but you called so I had to leave Megan alone and die! You did it on purpose, didn't you? You robbed me of my last chance to see Megan!

"I read Megan's journal, Harriet! You're nothing but a devil!

"You were the reason why she had depression! Megan was so kind. You should've died in her place!"

I was utterly bewildered, lost in his wild accusations.

But Leonard truly went mad.

"Now you'll know what it feels like to lose someone you care!"

He grabbed a knife, mercilessly cut our baby from my womb, and threw it from the 18th floor.

My desperate screams failed to awaken even a flicker of mercy in his eyes.

He dragged me like a ragdoll to a dark, cold room and locked me up.

I begged and pled for freedom. But nothing I did was able to bring back the love, or so I thought, we'd shared for over five years.

But Leonard was unfeeling, emotionless. He poured gasoline around the room.

My final memory was of him standing above me, looking down like we weren't newlyweds but mortal enemies.

He flicked open a lighter and ignited the gasoline.

"It makes me sick every time I remember that I've spent five whole years with a demon like you!

"You thought faking fires could get me home, huh? Then you should also enjoy what if feels like to be burned alive!"