Burned Alive While Pregnant

When I was five months pregnant, Cole's childhood sweetheart came to my house, provoked a fight, and set the place on fire. I did not call Cole. Instead, I covered my nose and mouth with a wet towel and waited silently for rescue. In my past life, the moment the fire started, I panicked and called him. I begged him to rush me to the hospital. He did. The baby survived, but Vanessa perished in the flames that very day. He told me he did not blame me. He told me to rest easy in the maternity ward, even taking a leave of absence to care for me. But on the day I gave birth, he showed his true face. He dragged me and my newborn to Vanessa's grave. Right in front of my eyes, he ruthlessly took my baby's life. Then, he pushed me into a blazing inferno. In my final moments, through the roaring flames, I saw his face twisted in demonic fury.