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

Mary sat in the dimly lit room, her phone screen glowing with Richard’s name.

Each ring pierced the silence like a ticking time bomb.

She took a deep breath and answered.

“Mary, it’s late. Why did you keep Jessica at your place again?” Richard’s voice boomed through the phone, thick with anger.

Mary frowned. She knew Jessica often invented absurd excuses to deceive Richard, leaving Mary to deal with the fallout.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

This time, she decided to set things straight.

“Richard, listen. Jessica isn’t here. Every time she goes out, she says she’s with me. I’ve only just realized how ‘eventful’ my life supposedly is,” Mary replied, her tone sharp with sarcasm.

“I’m done with this. Jessica’s your cousin, not your caretaker. You’re an adult-stop depending on her!”

Richard’s anger only intensified.

Mary approached the window, staring out into the night. She recalled the last time Jessica appeared at Richard’s house in lingerie, and her frustration boiled over.

“You know, when Jessica wore lingerie last time, I thought it was from you,” Mary said calmly, her eyes fixed on the distant lights.

“What are you talking about?” Richard’s voice grew tense.

“I think if you care so much about Jessica, you should be concerned about what

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she wears at night. After all, it’s your place, Mary continued, her tone dripping with irony.

Richard fell silent, then asked urgently: “Mary, what are you implying?”

Mary returned to her desk, gently touching an old photo of better times with Richard. She took a deep breath and decided to drop a hint.

“Richard, have you ever wondered why Jessica is never home? Why am I always the one helping you find her?”

“I… I don’t know. Maybe she just needs a friend,” Richard stammered.

“A friend?” Mary chuckled softly. “If you really cared, you’d be more concerned with what’s truly going on with her.”

Richard paused, then asked: “So where is she now?”

Mary smiled slightly, a glint of mischief in her eyes: “She’s tied up with something

and can’t come back.”

“What do you mean?” Richard pressed.

“All I know is she’s busy with a plumbing issue,” Mary replied coldly.

“A plumbing issue?” Richard sounded confused.

“Yeah, maybe she’s fixing the plumbing at your brother’s place. Why don’t you go check?” Mary said mockingly before hanging up.

Moments later, there was a rapid knock at the door. Mary opened it to find Richard with a group of bodyguards. Before she could react, they pushed her to the ground.

Richard stormed in, frantically searching for any sign of Jessica. Mary struggled to her feet, watching impassively as he ransacked the room. She knew this night

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would be sleepless.

As Richard searched in vain, Mary felt a surge of satisfaction-a taste of revenge. The small house was thick with tension under the dark sky.

Eventually, Richard found no trace of Jessica and faced Mary, his face twisted with anger.

“Mary, you’d better have a good explanation,” he demanded sharply.

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Mary smiled faintly, her gaze steady: “Some answers you’ll have to find for yourself.”

As the conversation ended, Mary knew this game of revenge was just beginning.