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When the Flames Revealed His True Love Wasn’t Me Novel Cover

When the Flames Revealed His True Love Wasn’t Me

Both my husband's childhood sweetheart and I were caught in a roaring fire, and he chose to save me first because I was pregnant. When he came back, all he found was her lifeless body, consumed by the flames. He blamed me for being hysterical and delaying the rescue, refusing to let our daughter call him "dad." Six years later, when a time machine was invented, he ignored our family's objections and insisted on going back to the past. "Selena, if you hadn't used the baby to manipulate me, I would have saved her first," Riley accused. Even our daughter didn't want to call me her mother anymore. "If you hadn’t caused Aunt Natalia’s death, why would dad hate me?" she said. Facing everyone's contempt, I decided to go back to the past too. This time, I would save myself and owe Riley nothing. ... The dizziness from the time machine subsided, and I was hit by a nearly unbearable wave of heat.
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Chapter 3

"It's because you tattled on me that my parents went to Natalia's place and had a confrontation. That's why Skittles escaped!"

Skittles escaped?

I clenched my fists instinctively, my heart sinking with dread. Despite everything I've done, have I really not changed the outcome?

"Selena, do you know how much Skittles means to Natalia? It's like her own child. Now that you're expecting, can't you imagine how painful it would be to lose your child?"

"If we can't find Skittles, maybe we should reconsider having our baby for now. I don't want Natalia to be upset every time she sees it."

Riley's cold words sent a shiver through me as if I had plunged into icy waters. I'd already tasted the agony of losing a child, but Riley didn't know that yet.

"I'll go look for Skittles."

As I started to leave, Riley sneered, "You should go find it. After all, this whole mess started because of you. Don't act like you care; you're no saint."

While searching for the parrot near Natalia's apartment, I noticed that the lights upstairs were still on. Two silhouettes were clearly visible, huddled together on the balcony.

It was a chilly night, and my body, still weak from the recent surgery, quickly felt lightheaded. But I didn't stop.

As long as I found Skittles, I would owe Riley nothing from then on.

Just as dawn was breaking, I finally found Skittles shivering in a corner of the bushes. A string tied it to the nearby shrub.

When I carefully carried it upstairs, I walked in just in time to see Riley wiping Natalia's mouth.

He froze for a moment when he saw me, then quickly came over and took Skittles.

"Natalia, it's our Skittles!"

Natalia took the parrot, and with Riley glancing my way, she suddenly burst into tears. "Riley, Skittles looks terrible. It must have been terrified and freezing all night. It might die! Let's take it to the vet, okay?"

Seeing my pale face, drained of color, Riley hesitated for a brief moment.

I leaned against the doorframe. "Go ahead. I'll make my way home."

After Riley and Natalia left, I could no longer keep from passing out.

When I came to, I found myself in a hospital, with Riley sitting beside the bed.

"Why didn't you tell me how bad you felt? Is there anywhere else you're still hurting?"

Knowing he wasn't aware of my miscarriage yet, I secretly let out a sigh of relief.

"Skittles is fine now. I should have helped you look for it yesterday, but Natalia seemed so off, standing on the balcony. I was afraid she might do something drastic if I left."

"This must have been hard on you."

Hearing that, I couldn't help but laugh.

Riley's eyes filled with confusion.

"Riley, you're as soft-hearted as you were when we were kids. Back then, you helped me because you felt sorry for me, right? If you had known that helping me would lead to marrying me, would you have still done it?"

After a brief silence, Riley nodded without hesitation.

"Don't overthink it. I've never regretted helping you. I got you those ravioli you like. Why don't you have some?"

As he was opening the food container, Natalia appeared in the hospital room doorway, clutching her stomach with a pained expression.

"Riley, my stomach ache is acting up, and I really need something warm. Could I have those ravioli?"

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