Reborn To Ruin My Betraying Fiancé

like a giant's fist

't inflate. There was only a wet, rasping sound in her th

a new world. Surviv

than the pain. He knelt, his face appearing in the narrow gap between the concrete slabs that pinned her.

as deafening in the ruins

from the corner of his mouth, and he wipe

le not reaching his eyes. He tucked the

each for him, to grab the cuff of his jeans. Her fingers twitched,

cker of something-annoyance, maybe-cros

t shudder. A deep, grinding roar vibrated up through the floor, th

away without a

y sky disappearing as the concrete descended

gid air flood

s flew open, staring at a smooth, white ceiling. A modern chand

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n't the

waist. Her hands flew to the bedsheets, clean and c

ant rumble of traffic. Not the wail of emergency

ed out of bed, her bare knees hitting the poli

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, trembling violently, closed around her phone. The scree

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like it stopped completely, then restarted

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e hit Seattle. Thirty days before

ragged, shallow bursts. Instinct, born from five years of starvation and injury, took

gged, infected wound had tormented her for we

ity table for support. Her legs felt like jell

fore. No sunken cheeks, no permanent fear etched into the lines

nizing relief. She bit down hard on her lower lip, the taste

rol, her phone vibrated on the floor.

m F

to get those transfer papers sig

bers of her relief. The memory of his face, smiling as he left her to

their future, only to be kicked out two weeks later when he sold it for cash. That house h

her chest. It was the memory of the rebar, a gh

EMT. She knew how to function under pressure. She forced the

ing arctic. The fear was still there, but it had crystalli

e electronics, the closet full of clothes she would never wear again. It

d already begun, ticking aw

essage from Ford to 'unread'. Let him think she was

oving aside flimsy dresses and high heels. She dug into the back, pulling out a p

comforting abrasion. She dressed quickly, her mo

protocol wa

s the man who thought h