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

In my past life, I trusted him too much.

Our son, Cody, was hospitalized with kidney inflammation at the best hospital in the city.

What I didn’t know was that the doctor, Lucas found for him, Nancy, was his first lover from years ago.

Kidney inflammation wasn’t usually fatal.

But the night I left the hospital, Cody’s condition suddenly worsened, and he ended up in the ER.

By the time I rushed back to the hospital,

Nancy announced that Cody’s **ns had failed.

Before I could even process the shock, Lucas was already dragging me to sign the o***n donation forms.

“Cody was always so kind,” Lucas said. “Now his life can save others. I know he’d want that.”

I was crying so hard, I could barely breathe.

Half forcing, half coaxing, Lucas made me sign my name on that agreement.

What I didn’t know was that as soon as they took Cody off life support,his heart was rushed to Nancy’s daughter, who had been born with a heart defect.

For months, I couldn’t recover from the pain of losing my son.

Meanwhile, Lucas quickly got back to his normal life.

One day, by chance, I spotted Lucas at an amusement park in a neighboring city.

A little girl I didn’t recognize was sitting on his shoulders, and Nancy was cozied up next to him, arm in arm.

I followed them, demanding answers, but they pushed me off a building instead.

As I lay in a pool of blood, I clutched Cody’s hair locket.

I had wanted to die so many times before. At that moment, staring at their sming faces, pure hatred burned away my weakness.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Being reborn in this moment was a blessing from above.

It was time to avenge my son!

I wished I could slap Lucas right then and there.

“I’m transferring Cody to another hospital for a second opinion! There’s no way I’m signing that paper!”

Seeing the anger in my eyes, Lucas frowned.

“Lola, stop making a scene.”

“I stayed here all night while you went home. I saw the whole resuscitation process.”

“I know you’re in pain, but this is the reality. Can’t you control your emotions tre a inute?”

“Control my emotions? You want a mother, standing over her dying child, to keep her emotions in check?”

“I went home last night because your mother claimed she was having heart problems and needed me to take care of her!”

Lucas’s face darkened.

“Don’t blame my mom or me. It’s just bad luck for Cody.”

“And what’s with this sudden change of heart? You agreed to sign the papers earlier. Don’t you think you’re being irrational?”