The end of the world was upon us, but there weren't enough spots for evacuation. The roars of the zombies echoed in my ears as my fiancé, Oliver, gritted his teeth and pulled me onto the rescue vehicle—securing the last available seat. I arrived safely at the survivor base. Lina, his first love, did not. The zombies tore her apart. Oliver still went through with our marriage, but I never expected that he had only done so to make me suffer. In his eyes, I was the one who had killed Lina. If she had to endure such agony, then I should, too. For five years, he hated me. My life was worse than that of a stray dog scavenging for food on the street. On the day my divorce was finalized, he kidnapped me, dragged me into the wilderness, and wrapped his fingers around my throat. Then, he threw us both into the swarm of the undead. When I opened my eyes again, I was somehow reborn on the day the apocalypse began. The rescue team was shouting impatiently, "One more! We have room for one more—hurry!" I turned to Oliver, watching his hesitation. Then, with a quiet smile, I took a step back and let someone else have the last seat.
View MoreWhen I snapped back to reality, the source of my past life's tragedy stood right in front of me.Lina's eyes brimmed with tears as she dropped to her knees, pleading, "Please, Zayla, you can't take his mission. His family will punish him."The mission was always meant for the most capable. Oliver and I had competed fairly. The decision-makers chose me, not him. That was all there was to it.Lina spoke as if I had deliberately gone against Oliver, but I wasn't about to let her twist the truth.I looked down at her coldly. "Then hire him a professional research team. If the base leader thinks they're better than me, fine. It won't be easy, but good luck."Lina and Oliver were truly alike—both selfish to the core.Not wasting another second on this nonsense, I turned and walked away.For the next few days, I buried myself in mission preparations, so much so that I didn't realize I hadn't left my safe house until someone came knocking.When I opened the door, I found Ace standing t
I saw Ace waiting for me in the car outside the safe house. Just as I was about to head over, Oliver suddenly caught up with me from behind.I had no intention of wasting any more time on him. "Stop pestering me. I'm going to see my boyfriend.""You're calling him your boyfriend?" Oliver's eyes burned with anger. "What does he have that I don't?"I let out a cold laugh. "For one, he's better than someone who shirks responsibility and regrets his own choices."I wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible, but unlike in my past life—where he had treated me as if I were invisible—Oliver now seemed to have endless things to say."Zayla, it's not what you think—"He grabbed my arm, his grip so tight it hurt.Ace, seeing our confrontation from the car, got out immediately. Without hesitation, he twisted Oliver's arm behind his back. Oliver's face contorted in pain, and he was forced to let go of me."Get lost. Don't touch her."Ace shielded me, leading me into the car. This one wasn'
My parents were waiting for me in their safe house. Their table was piled high with food. They seemed to be doing just fine.Before I could say anything, they launched straight into their accusations."Zayla, you really need to reflect on your decisions," my father said. "Why would you give up your rescue spot for Lina? That place was crawling with the infected. You could've been killed at any moment, and yet you threw away your chance at survival.""This isn't the time to be selfless," my mother added. "You're not a child anymore. You need to start acting like an adult. As things stand, we can't trust your judgment."Not mature enough? Is that why they constantly went behind my back to talk to Oliver, ignoring my pain, pushing me to the brink? Did they think Oliver was mature? That had to be the biggest joke I'd ever heard.Not once did they ask me why I had chosen to give up my rescue spot."We don't have time for your nonsense," they continued. "Marry Oliver as soon as possibl
My family has been around for over a century. A prestigious lineage, as they say. But growing up, my parents were always busy.They never celebrated my birthday. Never showed up for parent-teacher conferences.For a while, I thought if I made trouble, they'd have no choice but to notice me. So I flunked tests on purpose, skipped class, picked fights—anything that would force the teachers to call them in. It worked. For a few fleeting moments, I got to see them.But as I got older, I stopped expecting their love. I learned to celebrate my birthdays alone. I had the housekeeper attend the parent-teacher conferences.It made me independent, but also unbearably lonely.I did everything by myself. Over time, rumors spread around school—whispers that I was some kind of wild child, a girl without parental discipline. Because of that, a gang of delinquents cornered me after school one day, demanding all my valuables. If I didn't comply, they'd beat me up.That's when I met Oliver.He stepped i
Oliver's lips trembled twice, but no words came out.Lina, who had been with him, stepped forward. Her gaze flicked between Ace, who was standing behind me, and me. Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?"I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough.""Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?"She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the possibility that there could be people who can still use the virus to do terrible things. For instance… killing a fiancé to inherit a
No one had ever used the word "surprise" to describe me. My husband in my past life, Oliver, would always look irritated the moment he saw me, as if he were a stick of dynamite and I was the match poised to ignite him.One night, Oliver had come home drunk, reeking of alcohol, muttering Lina's name under his breath.Worried that he'd feel awful in the morning, I used the rare honey I'd been saving to sober him up. But he shoved me away without a second thought.The glass of honey water shattered against the floor. I fell hard, shards of glass piercing my skin, carving countless wounds into my flesh.Blood pooled beneath me. I groaned in pain, but Oliver just crossed his arms and watched, cold and satisfied."Does it hurt?" he asked, voice devoid of sympathy. "But no matter how much pain you're in, it's not even a fraction of what Lina felt when she died."I stared up at him, stunned, my heart aching far worse than my torn skin.When our eyes met, he didn't flinch. Instead, he sn
As the rescue convoy disappeared into the distance, I scanned my surroundings, searching for anything that could help me survive.I couldn't be sure that once Oliver and Lina were safe, he would still remember I was left behind, trapped between life and death.In my past life, he had pressured the rescue team for Lina's sake. I had no reason to believe he would do the same for me this time.In a world teetering on the edge of collapse, I wasn't about to stake my life on his sense of morality.Perhaps when I tried hard to get back to him, he was already wearing a mask of sadness, telling everyone that I was dead.After all, Lina was his first love, his soulmate, the one he would never forget, no matter what.The distant howls of the undead grew louder, yet a strange calm settled over me.I had already been forged in fire.The relentless cruelty of my past life had stripped me of illusions and honed my survival instincts to the extreme.I knew how to protect myself. I knew how to find hi
When I opened my eyes again, I didn't immediately realize I had been reborn. I only noticed that the pain was gone."Quit spacing out!" A sharp voice snapped me back. A rescue worker leaned out from the vehicle, looking impatient. "We can fit one more! Get in or die out there!"Closest to the door was my fiancé, Oliver. His gaze flickered between me and his first love, Lina. After a long, agonizing moment, he finally reached out a hand toward me.Oh. His expression looked as if he were choosing which limb to amputate—left or right. Was the decision really that hard? Let me help you, then.I took a step back and smiled, rejecting the unspoken price behind his so-called kindness."Save Lina first. I think she's the better choice."I was never going to let history repeat itself. Never again would I be called a "life-stealing coward," a "shameless woman doomed to a lifetime of guilt," or a "plague unworthy of even hellhole."I much preferred "vengeful goddess."Relief washed over O
When I opened my eyes again, I didn't immediately realize I had been reborn. I only noticed that the pain was gone."Quit spacing out!" A sharp voice snapped me back. A rescue worker leaned out from the vehicle, looking impatient. "We can fit one more! Get in or die out there!"Closest to the door was my fiancé, Oliver. His gaze flickered between me and his first love, Lina. After a long, agonizing moment, he finally reached out a hand toward me.Oh. His expression looked as if he were choosing which limb to amputate—left or right. Was the decision really that hard? Let me help you, then.I took a step back and smiled, rejecting the unspoken price behind his so-called kindness."Save Lina first. I think she's the better choice."I was never going to let history repeat itself. Never again would I be called a "life-stealing coward," a "shameless woman doomed to a lifetime of guilt," or a "plague unworthy of even hellhole."I much preferred "vengeful goddess."Relief washed over O...
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