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477words2026-01-26 09:05

He faked his death on our climb to ditch me with his debts—so I made sure he stayed dead.
On Valentine’s Day,my seasoned explorer husband invited me to climb Mount Valor.I passed out halfway through the climb.
When I woke up,I was told that he had died while trying to save me,lost forever in the mountain's embrace.

I wanted to search for his body,but creditors blocked my way—his company was drowning in debt.
I sold everything I owned and worked myself to the bone to pay off those debts.
Then,while taking out the trash at a fancy steakhouse,I saw my“dead”husband wining and dining his first love.
I confronted him in a fit of rage.He kicked me to death.
When I opened my eyes,I was back in that hospital bed.
This time,I’d make sure he truly stayed buried in the snow.

Smack! A hand landed hard across my face,the stinging pain making me gasp sharply.
“You jinx!You killed my son!”Evelyn,my mother-in-law,shrieked,her eyes blazing with hate.“You dragged him to that damn mountain,and now he’s dead because of you!”
I lay in the hospital bed,my body aching like every bone had been broken and pieced back together.
Sophia Grant,Michael’s first love,stood beside Evelyn,pretending to hold her bakc but dripping with blame.“Evelyn,calm down.You’ll hurt yourself.Michael wouldn’t want this.”

She turned to me.“I never thought you’d get jealous just because Michael took me climbing once.”
Sophia—his first love.Why was she even here?
“I knew it!”Evelyn raged,lunging again.“Your jealousy killed my boy!I should make you pay with your life!”
I forced my eyes open,the scene unfolding like a twisted play.
Then it hit me.
I’d been reborn.
Reborn.
Last life,Michael insisted we climb Mount Valor for Valentine’s Day.
He swore,as a professional explorer,I’d be safe.I trusted him.
Halfway up the mountain,I blacked out.When I woke,they said Michael sacrificed himself to save me,lost forever in the snow.
Evelyn called me a curse.Sophia,with fake tears,implied it was my fault.
Overcome with grief,I wanted to search for him,but his company’s creditors cornered me at the hospital.
His business had gone bankrupt,buried under a mountain of debt.
Evelyn blamed me for his death,took over his assets,and left me to drown in the bills.
Guilt drove me to sell my belongings,working endlessly to pay it off.
Then,at a high-end steakhouse,hauling trash,I saw Michael—alive—sharing wine and steak with Sophia.
“Michael!What the hell is going on?You’re supposed to be dead!”I stormed over.
He smirked,arm around Sophia,sipping his wine.“Don’t curse me,you wretch.”
I lost it,ready to tear them apart.
But Michael kicked me to death.
As I died,he revealed the truth:his“death”was a scam to dump his debts on me while he lived a luxurious life with Sophia.
My body was tossed into the garbage I’d been collecting.
I burned with hatred for not seeing through his lies sooner.
This time,I would make sure he truly buried in that mountain for good.