Chapter 1

I Died in an Extreme Heatwave

My husband locked the basement door, his mistress standing behind him.

And my own son sealed the last air vent with his own hands.

I woke up reborn, seven days before the apocalypse.

He forced me to sign the divorce papers.

This time, I didn’t fight for a thing.

I just took all the water, all the food, every means of survival.

—and watched them devour each other in hell.

After dying from dehydration during the heatwave, I returned to the day my husband asked for a divorce.

"Olivia is pregnant! I'm warning you, stop clinging!"

Daniel shouted at me, his spit flying.

His childhood sweetheart, Olivia, hid behind him, offering candies to my son.

As I felt the cool air from the air conditioning, the suffocating sensation of being burned alive during the heatwave dissipated. I took deep breaths of fresh air.

Looking at Daniel's menacing face, I suppressed my growing hatred and agreed to the divorce without hesitation.

He was taken aback, not expecting me to relent so easily, and looked at me suspiciously:

"Really? You're not planning anything, are you?"

I glanced at the calendar on my phone—only seven days until the heat apocalypse. Time was short.

"We either go to City Hall now, or I walk away. Your choice, Daniel."

My son, with a disdainful look, urged:

"Who cares if she's planning something? This old woman isn't fit to be my mom!"

"You need to divorce her so I can recognize Olivia as my mom!"

Olivia gave Daniel a shy, coy look.

Daniel shivered and eagerly drove us to City Hall.

On the way, Daniel was grinning foolishly, while my son didn't even glance at me, nestled in Olivia's arms, full of attachment.

I fought the urge to drive the car off the overpass with the three of them inside.

In the last life, when the heatwave hit, Daniel and Olivia locked me in the basement, leaving me to suffer and die from the heat.

This time, I swore they would pay for their blood debts.